My Ghana is blue
My Ghana is blue
like ink
floating
on a burnt British Flag
sweat flows
from the forehead
of a schoolboy
selling charcoal
blue like
air inhaled by taxi drivers
in the cracks of harmattan
black like tainted oxygen
that shreds bullets of war
My Ghana is blue
like the voices in the sky
walking away...
There is so much joy knowing what you like and knowing what you don't. I like being able to express what I want to say but I don't like being questioned for what I believe in. I believe in Ghana but don't ask me why.
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