Black Wednesday
Lightning strikes as the thunder roar!
The winds blow; as the rain threatens to fall,
The night is beckoning; I can hear it call!
The eagle with its strong wings; is unable to soar.
In torrents the showers come down; finally,
One, two, three … six hours on, and the whole city is flooded,
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! And that’s the sound of an explosion!
The living souls here are burnt beyond recognition!
June 3rd; a date that we wish we would never recall!
The sun rises above the horizon; the eagle hops on the land,
Disfigured are the sons and daughters of Mother Ghana,
What a calamity that on this land befalls!
Many homes lost, many properties displaced,
Many lives lost; remaining survivors defaced,
Will the stars light up the sky again?
Will the eagle see beyond the clouds again?
In memory of the victims of the June 3rd inferno
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