The Condition Of Our Country

Lately I seem to be at lost in silence
Yet I cannot seem to 4get the sound which brought here
It was the sound of tired souls awaiting eternal rest
The sound of war beating on infinity's chest
Such destruction
Even the wind couldn't resist swaying to this sound
The classic sound of widows in tears
Hidden truths long buried for years
The sound of negro spirituals sung aloud
The sound of African slaves waiting ashore






Perhaps it's time for nobility to stand and be counted
Not just for the sake of vanity
Or heaven's grace
But that good might triumph over evil
The evil which prostitutes a woman of grace
The evil which deems the innocent guilty
And the guilty innocent
The evil which brings about despair
The evil which damages one's soul beyond repair
The evil which makes slaves out of free men







Lately I cannot seem to tell our wise men from our fools
Nor the doings of nature from the doings of men
It seems that the beginning starts where it ends
That a fool's laughter only fuels a wise-man's course
Perhaps the sweetness is in the dream
Or maybe the dream is the sweetness itself
Those who know say that they don't know
Those who don't know say that they do know
Unfortunately men have become women in Ghana
So none of us would ever know






Dim the lights and blow out the candles
For thieves operate best at night fall
Hide your future before they steal it
Keep your priceless dreams in your head
Everybody is talking about change
But only a few really mean it
NDC and NPP are partying in full bloom
So let's all party until we drop
Because in this land of thieves and cutthroats
The music must never stop