"Unity is older than her definition..."

Unity is older than her definition

Doubt me?!

Question the Gold Coast:

In divided togetherness --

My people-Your people-Our people, O'! Ghana --

converged on a fertile land_

As this is it we dwell

from lands further than the age long compasses of history read.

They dividedly lived in coherence;

Cultured in divergence;

Chorused war songs with tolerance;

for the safety of their opponents' existence as humans

(Which oppressed cared for the oppressor if not our fore fathers)

Yet, they fought without reserve

for what we call our independence

Years and years down the dusty throats of history.

My people-Your people-Our people,

years back had a sense

of an immense pure direction

For what their successors -- You and I

will say about their efforts.

Alas --

here we are without much to hold up_

Not even their legacies

Awoo! - Awoo! - Awoo!

My people

Have we no gratitude --

even the slightest

For the toil of our fore fathers

And what they left for us?

Nay! Say not a say!

For if we'd

Gold Coast did flood

with the gold and milk

of regal antiquity

From the coast to the savanahs

And still gush with pride

My people!

Dabuo et Kwame

Tighten your togas

We have a fight to win

against the mistakes of our predecessors.