I was told to look out of the window
Keep looking south, friend
Our brothers and sisters that went to war
Are on their way back with victory
They have defeated the old enemy
And so we need not worry no more
Not ever again on this land
Richly blessed our forefather's left us
They were spotted in a distance
Crossing the rivers that stands
Tall next to our land the whole stretch
That means they are already home
For the river is on our land
The Gate way to the village
Yet it has been days now
No one has heard word from them
The celebratory drums has been played
It has been beaten hard to tiredness
With holes in its heart bleeding
Begging a reprieve for sight of our heroes
Cannibalistic manners being portrayed
Our leaders have betrayed us
On all political front and civil heads follow
Both the right and left and those inbetween
They ambushed and ate the flesh
Of the sore wounds of our fighters
Like maggots with greed hunger
And corrupt deeds that leaves our land dry
The land as a skeleton without flesh
Stripping in a frenzy the very structures
That holds sanctity and value of our people
Our heroes never reached home
The enemy was not that which we conquered
When the river sits on our land once so rich
Yet we starve of thirst and import
From our distant neighbors fish and food
We are no longer able to raise our flags
That once glow through the night
And made us gods of the night
We sit in darkness, our leaders sold it all out
They sold a half piece of the material
The one so precious that holds our soul
Now when we raise our spirit flags
It no longer shines in the dark
They sold it all for greed, an enemy within
Our leaders are cannibalistic in nature
Pillaging the land dry for greed
An enemy within, our heroes never got home
There are no songs played, this day
There is no dance, on open floors
There are no cakes to cut
There are no words for celebratory remarks
Glass raised in honour, a speech on toast absent
There are no cards with personalized message
There are no flowers to be placed in jars
There are no walks in the park after dine
No embarrassing stories to tell
There are just thoughts for the day
Reflection and memories we hold
And the heart sits heavy with miss
Missing innocent smiles
With each distant mile that lies
Between you and I on this day....
On a day like this
From a distant on a day like this
On this day
Pick a place, pick a time, pick a location
Pick a season, pick any given topography
Pick a reason, with any explanation given
Pick an assertion to stand by as a strong notion
Pick a flag colour coded as representative
Pick a cause which ever it may be
Pick a declaration, from this day forth
Pick an activity to devote to, fanatic
Pick an affirmation as a resolve
Pick a dream, accompanied with visions
Pick a character, strong as will
Pick a route, well mapped out
On occasion though,
Gravity just has its day
No matter what, strong chains break
And things fall apart..
Things fall apart, clouds gather, pick a place
Any given day, any given day, on occasion
We sat in the living room in Dansoman
A suburb of Accra, curtains all drawn down
To keep the uninvited happy sunny face, locked out
This was no a time for jokes or playful games
Us young and worrying
If we worried as kids
Then mother must have had heavy
The weight of the world on her shoulders
To carry the love and protection
Of her four kids like mother hen
With no corn harvest to pick on
Cracked dry was the land, infested with hunger
Rationing was an art work
No one was above size ten to flaunt
And ten would have been fat with affluence
Or privileged with mystery of gain, mystery of gain
Early sleep, to wake early at 4 am on queue lines
Long for the water that cooked the kenkey
To have the kenkey was a privilege so few
Could afford, if luck had them reach there in time
Rawlings chain was the jewelry of the neck bone exposed
Both the young and old wore to show and tell
As statements of the state of affairs in the country
Yellow corn and wheat was what was known
Gari should be made a national treasure in Ghana
Beans was all the protein one could get
We hunted the fruit trees to make up the difference
Hunger always asked his stomach to be belly fully paid
We became expert tree climbers
Hanging on the last branch a stretch
To harvest and pull the bounty it held
There are tricks to these things
Ways of getting around climb
If you know how to throw on targets
And be quick to get your harvest
Before eagle eyes that hover gains ground
This was the hunger game, not Hollywood
Script with fancy actors pretending to starve
With luxury trailer caravans to return to
After the director shouts, cut! its a wrap
We lived in the pulled down curtain era
Of the 80's where the sun came out
But for energy preservation of the little food ate
The kids were not seen out playing
We played the hunger game in the 80's
Before today's fast food joints and wasted resources
I wonder with the world population inflating so fast
Would we be playing the hunger game again
In this generation or the next, who is to tell
Global village it seems brings global consumerism
And global warming follows suit, global troubles
Will we be playing the hunger game again so soon
Who holds the keys to the farmhouse door
Will it stay opened or locked by the owner to privilege a few
Is there enough food in storage for tomorrow's demand
Who holds the keys to the farmhouse, is this the hunger game
The hunger game.
I will sing all those beautiful songs
That you love to hear
I will, I will, babe I will
I will catch you when you fall
From heights above
I will, I will, babe I will
And I will roll my sleeves up
And get dirty with clay molding
I will, I will, babe I will
I will climb the height-est mountain
And come down with a rock from its peak
I will, I will, babe I will
For you anything I will
I will, I will, I will
Babe I will
This is is your sculpture
Let me be your Leonardo Da vinci
I will, I will, babe I will
I will mold the perfect love life for you
Just say how you want it to be done
I will, I will, babe I will
I will sing all those beautiful songs
That you love to hear
I will, I will, babe I will
