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Feature Article of Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Columnist: Sakyi, Kwesi Atta

Poem: Time Out From Angry Ghanaian

Time to go, else you harvest the storm

The seed you sowed has germinated a bomb

Your welcome has timed out

It’s time to hang up your gloves and march on

The chimes are ticking and sounding your death knell

Are you a leader or wheeler-dealer?

Go jump in an oil well

Your subjects are in hell

Everybody yells

We are not well

We are not well at all, at all

Ebi nte yie koraa

Time out. You had better go jump in a well



Time to go

Don’t hang out there by the skin of your teeth

State kleptomania has peaked,

In the harbours, ministries, IRS, airports, border posts and all

Corruption stench has stunk to high heaven

It’s time to clean up and circumcise your hubris

It’s time to fumigate your brains

Climb down your high horse

Come closer to the people

They lack jobs, food, medicare and shelter

Everybody yells

We are not well

We are not well at all, at all

Ebi nte yie koraa



At every election, recycled politicians get erections

They hire hirelings to prostitute voters

They doctor and rig the results

All for the sake of hefty perks and per diem

That coffers cough out colossal sums for their upkeep

They promise the moon but can’t deliver even a meteorite

Teachers get short shrift and ripped off

They get a raw deal from the short end of the stick

Some political leaders postpone their departure

They scheme a third term, manipulating the constitution

They suffer from executive capture

Many lack high moral principles

What is in monarchical executive capture?

Insults, intrigues, insanity, megalomania and insensitivity

They corrupt the courts and other state institutions

My brother, my sister, time out

March on and exit,

Your people yell

We are not well

We are not well at all, at all





By Kwesi Atta Sakyi

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