The Hunter Has Been Hunted

The nation is thrown into grief. Our national flag is flying at half mast. Everyone is wearing a sack cloth. The dangling axe fell on us. And the mighty has fallen. Our hearts are filled with dread, And our eyes as heavy as lead. Nigeria, Africa’s number one soccer nation, Has been given a run for their money by the Ghanaians. Culminating our early exit from the African nations cup. The green and white jersey that we adore, Have been dragged in the mud. These are not the Eagles we have been celebrating. Or are these Eagles suffering from bird flu, That they cannot glide. Their spirit was willing but their flesh were weak. When we were young, we were strong, Now we’ve grown but we are weak. The reputation that took us years to build, Have been destroyed over night. Because we went to fetch water with a basket. The baby has been thrown away with the baby water. The Midas touch we used to have have been used on us, Because we could not strike while the iron was hot. The hunter has been hunted. And we have fallen from frying pan to fire. Football has kept us together as a nation for many years. The Ghanaians has put a knife on what kept us together. And we have fallen apart. Once beaten, twice shy. We hide our faces in shame. No one is to be blamed. What is sauce for the goose is also sauce for the gander. Every dog has its own day and it was not our day. A soldier lives to fight another day. And never says never because quitters are losers. The big question is, Shall our bones rise again? Or have we withered like the cursed fig tree. Only the bowel of time will Tell.