No Choice

Life is tough, life is rough
Yet nobody gives up the struggle
Wave after wave
Tsunami after tsunami
Life’s journey continues to an unknown destination
We duck blow after blow till we grow old
Then we reflect and sigh
Life is short, life is sweet
With all its buffeting and bumping
It provides its buffer zones,
Sweet breaks and chinks of ecstasies

In Ghana, and everywhere
There is no choice
For the youth unemployed
They wake up with vacant stares
Life scares them in the face
They see nightmares in the day
As they grieve their lives are wasted by the day
Hanging on to the precipice of hope
They congregate and may dope
To make them feel good like a pope,
Yes, they have to cope
But not by suicide elope
Nor in darkness, sin and ignorance grope

Life is rough, life is tough
You have no choice
But to wake up early
To hit the road running
In pursuit of daily bread
Sometimes you jam luck
Sometimes you draw a blank
You think you are dumped in a septic tank
There is no blank cheque to the bank
Our youth start to scrounge around
They scratch and scrape
Looking for opportunities
It’s no easy road
They have an uneasy load


But for the rich in Ghana
Poverty is a fairy tale
They sleep steep at their leisure
Money pours into their bank accounts
The poor have no such pleasure
But to wake up early looking for holy grain
You begin to wonder
Is it brawn versus brain
In this life struggle
Or crookedness against truthfulness?