THE BEAST AND THE CURSE

we might all die in silence

If arms are not raised to fight in violence

Maybe to be heard 

Bloods needs to be she'd

Leaders hugs the throne like bastards 

Sitting on it, posing like carcass

Their stench cuts through our nostrils

Our anger rises as our muscle twitches 

Beast in khaki having canines

Beast in agbada sheathing jack knives

Giving orders from the rock

Once we attack you've got no place to duck

Living in wealth, still wants to amass more

Ghana-must-go bags shared before each night fall

When the day of reckoning finally comes at dawn

Oh! How lovely the mighty will fall

Travelling round the world in grandeur 

Appearing in mighty splendour

Not minding how tomorrow will be 

For destitute that can't pay the smallest bill

Keep looting for all you care 

Shivering at every sound alone in fear

Kudos to your ancestors that passed on the blood

When nemesis knock you'd be swept like a flood 

There is a generation that's curses their father and never blesses their mother

After you've gone your wealth will be plundered 

For you'd make your children fall and live in abject penury

Living on the dung heap, starved with dogs licking their injury

With hot fears you'd be cursed in the grave

And in hell you'd be set ablaze 

For you've once destroyed a beautiful picture 

Mapped out in 1960 for a bright future

@talk2leigh

11th Sept 18

5:05pm