Sarpong Kumankoma Poet I do not know?

A Nice Gossip For Kwame Nkrumah

You built the foundation for a mansion
that our generation
would have rest
bravo Kwame, you did your best

Strong were it's ramparts
that none could set apart
and safe we'd forever be
Oh Kwame, I wish you were here to see

You designed the backyard garden
where was found all to be eaten
that hunger will wallow in defeat
but Kwame, there's nothing to eat

The garden had a canal
with water, clear crystal
that all could have a sip
Hmmm, Kwame wait till I end my gossip

In the mansion was the library
with books not even my big head can carry
that we could learn for free
and flourish like a fruitful tree

You developed the lantern
to burn at all hours
and glow like sunflowers

Kwame, your first aid box
to give us strength of the fox
that in good health
we could generate wealth

The mansion was to be swept
and neatly kept

Our neighborhoods was to unite as one 
but this was never done

Kwame now....
the mansion is in ruins
we still live in mud huts
with broken ramparts
strangers encroach our part
the garden is greatly infested 
with marauding pests
the canal no longer flows
the lantern no  more glows
we live with dry guts 
and on a dry land
the library empty stands
and the first aid box 
juggling in playful hands
filth stand high at neck
your one neighborhoods dream 
washed away by a selfish stream

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