Kwadwo Twumasi Boafo
As a child of the soil, I look to and fro
pondering over how we got here?
How an intelligent race fashioned in the form of God himself became ever so complacent
A disruptive race, ever self seeking and inherently nefarious.
Oh! Who would rid us from this endless cycle?
For we take and plunder the very earth we call home
With little disregard for those left in it’s wake
There remain a glittering light at the end of the tunnel .
Humanities last shot at redemption
So whistle blowers will emerge out of the shadows and sound the alarm
To hold man to account and restore what has been lost
To return Mother Nature to it’s former glory .
Yes!
Now more than ever, we look to you to balance the scale
A price that must be paid
Perhaps only then may we truly experience what it means to be a civilized utopian society
Where Mother Nature thrives and rules
A dream worth actualizing
A life worth living .
© Kwadwo Twumasi Boafo writes from Ghana, Africa
