The soil of the fathers has been soiled
A soil for which they toiled until it became their possession
They wrestled with lions for the children of their loins
The redness of their eyes was mistaken for the grapes of the South
As people, the past foiled their division
But the children of the fathers coiled their conscience to bring division
Their love for coins turned their soil into oils of turmoil
Ill-decision has devoured their possession
An obsession with gains blindfolded the children
Quest for spoils clouded their foresight like a voile
They gave no heed to the call of discretion
The veil of obsession led them yonder
Hither and thither, the land now wails
It wails, wails, wails for the children’s children
They have no soil to call their possession
The grip of obsession has turned their possession into desolation.
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Rebecca is a Ghanaian banker whose writing journey started as a hobby. She believes when an ink sinks, it imprints boldly on the mind. She hopes to impact her readers with her audible indelible ink. Enjoy the speaking of her writing
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