GANJA BOYS

Ganja Boys 

We were in the bush
Propagating cholera--
And offering burnt sacrifices
To the god of madness

We sat under trees---
Watching the sun sail across
The sky---
Gambling

Whiles cowards were working
And fools were schooling

Now the slum is in slumber
The brave
Shall thrive on wisdom

We shall find willing wombs
To carry our successors

Unwilling ones
Shall live with the scar
Of ten swinging wastes

The cowards are back
With wealth---
With armed arms we'll
Get our share

Ankaful* or Nsawam+
Which did fate build for my future?
Change is pain!

*a psychiatric centre in Ghana

+a maximum security prison in Ghana

©Sarpong Kumankoma 

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