The Nkrumah Questions

Who corrupted the blood in our mothers wombs

For corruption whistles in the veins of their children

The fathers remember their roles in this dreadful play

They see their guilt mirrored in the eyes of their sons

See their children wear their broken dreams like cloth

Yet the fathers dare plead innocent before heaven's court

Who then should we see for this act of treason

Who then should we see for this contaminated blood

Our mothers have already pled the fifth

So who then should we see for this filth











Who brainwashed the children of African descent

To label themselves poor when they are not

To found an excuse not to wear their beautiful kinky hair

To paint their honey lips red when black is beautiful

To bleach their skin until it bleeds under the sun

Who should we see for this mental slavery

Who should we see for this inferiority complex

The Whiteman has already left us to be

So why the continuation of this madness











Who calls me brother yet pulls me down when I rise

Silences me when I talk

Stages my overthrow when I am not there

Kills my dreams before they grow

Destroys which I help build for one and all

Rewrites my history with twisted lies

Blames me when time has proven me right

Sends me to die so he might feel alive

Who calls me brother yet betrays me with a kiss

Who is it











Who calls himself a true father

But only to his own children-not yours or mine

Who calls herself a mother

When Ghanaians are left to roam motherless

Why must my sister's children have to go hungry

When you told her that there is enough food for all

Why all this politics of division

When the road to prosperity is unity

Perhaps I dreamed of a dream

which was sadly not meant to be