Poor Ghana

Beneath the golden sun, where the rivers flow,

Lies a land rich in heart, but burdened by woe.

Fields of cocoa stretch far and wide,

Yet hunger lingers by the countryside.

Our children walk with bare feet on dusty roads,

Their dreams weighed down by heavy loads.

Education's light flickers, dim and faint,

In classrooms where hope is but a paint.

The elders speak of days long past,

When unity and strength held fast.

But now the skies are dark with despair,

And the cries for justice fill the air.

We dance to rhythms of forgotten grace,

Masked in smiles, but pain on each face.

The leaders sit on thrones of lies,

As the nation's future slowly dies.

Yet, in this soil, resilience grows,

For even in darkness, the spirit knows

That though poor in gold, we are rich in soul,

And one day, Ghana shall be whole.

With voices raised and hands entwined,

We’ll break the chains that bind our mind.

For the wealth of Ghana is not in its land,

But in the strength of its people, united, we stand.