Ghana is a peaceful country of deeds
It is not a neglected farm full of weeds
Anytime the weeds grow
It is like an atmosphere of snow
When the snow begins to fall
Is like the bird on the wall
When the birds fly
?Is like the other birds in the sky
?And as the sky roars
Is just as an angel at the door
?When the door racks
And when the stick begins to back
Is just like a beacon of hope.
Is just like a beacon of hope.
By Ebenezer Zor
