On this special occasion of the vist to Ghana by the first black president
of USA, and his lovely family, this song is dedicated to the audacity of
hope that catapulted him to power. I dedicate it also to honour the late
Nana Akyea Mensah of Apedwa, and all the victims of human sacrifice, ritual
murder, extra-judicial killings and political disappearances,
water-boarding, torture, our young people who perish on the Mediterranean
seas in search of imaginary El Doradoes, those who could not make it because
of death by thirst on the Sahara, those who end up detention centres for
illegal immigrants, and children who die starving; may the gods forgive me
if I forgot the slaves! In the desperate hope that we can make some
difference for tomorrows victims!



This Land Is Your Land!

As I go walking on that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me an endless sky way,
I saw below me that golden valley,
This land was made for you and me!

This land is your land, This land is my land, *From Sham El Sheik to the
Atlantic Ocean,
From Madagascar to the Straight of Gibraltar,
This land was made for you and me!

I have roamed and rambled,
And I followed my footsteps,
Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
And all around me, a voice was sounding,
This land was made for you and me!

In the squares of the city, under the shadows of the steeple,
At the relief office, I saw my people.
As they stood there hungry, I stood there whistling.
This land was made for you and me!

A great high wall there tried to stop me,
A great big sign there said private property,
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing!
That side was made for you and me!
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Nobody living can ever stop me!
As I go walking on freedom's high way,
Nobody living can make me turn back!
This land was made for you and me!

This land is my land this land is your land!
From California to the New York island,
From Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me!