By Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.

Accra stinks
to the high
heavens;
a statement of fact
is no abuse;
Accra stinks
beyond
stench;
a statement of fact
is no
curse
at all…
a herald
is who
I am,
I bear no
personal grudge,
I only speak
nuggets
of truth…
yes,
truth has bypassed
this land of
pretence,
deception
and death-worship;
lies continue
to blight
the land
and there is no way
of knowing
or telling if
truth shall pass
this way
again –
we love death,
death is the twin
sibling of filth,
we worship death
and so
we drown
in filth –
lately,
I have been soberly
taking stock
of the checkered
history of
our land;
lately,
I have been
counting heads
and shoulders
of the bold,
brave and
upright
of all the land;
alas,
there is not much
to report;
for truth
and gratitude
have been
proscribed
and only
rascals have been
knighted
our heroes,
while the true heroes
of the land
have been maligned
beyond
recall –
we live
in a land
unworthy
of our lives,
we live
in a land
swarmed by crooks
and thugs,
where scruples
have been chucked
to the dogs,
where memory
has been callously
muffed by ignorance
arrogance and
sheer
expediency,
where political elves
have become
larger than life,
and true heroes
outlaws and criminal
convicts by the
specially designed
edicts of thugs
and Shit-Bombers…
this knee-jerk
and self-serving
fit of
baptizing and
christening public
landmarks after scammers
and traitors of
civil rights
and democratic
accountability
cannot stand
will not stand
must not stand –
let justice reign
and true patriots
honored and
rewarded
in the annals of
self-sacrifice
and true
martyrdom…
banish this strange
season of moral
filth and
decadence;
let Ghana
be Ghana
again –
banish
hypocrisy
and apostasy
and cold-calculating
connivance
disguised as
and integrity
and probity
and humility –

8/7/12