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