Memories are heavier to carry
When they don't seem
To go away

Knowing it's over
And dreams are crushed
But still stuck in mind

I seem so strong on the outside
But on the inside — where my mind dwells
I am falling apart

We are everything
They told you about
We are the beautiful dream
They wish to have again, and again
We are the fairytale characters
Who always win in the end
Heroes and heroines — beau idéals
We are the good people
Nothing can divide us;
Politics, tribe, trade, doctrine, greed, religion
Brave men and women
Who fought to be free
Red for their brave blood
That stopped flowing for our sake
Gold for our mineral wealth;
Diamond, gold, bauxite, manganese
Green for our rich forests
Which give us herbage and food
And the Black five-pointed star
For our emancipation from the British colony
Because our lives matter
Just like all free nations
Building a strong foundation of love
And high pillars of culture
Strength. Love. Peace
We are everything they cannot be
The four corners of the nation, not just part
Are as proud as we can be
We are GHANA!

...and when mother earth
Finally opens her arms
To swallow my remains
Into her *****,
I'll be ready
With all I have left;
A smile on my face
And a pristine heart
Having been waiting
For her warm embrace
For a very long time

He knew he was right
And nothing stopped him
From proving it
Not the gradual diminishing
Of his friends
Nor a famine of encouragement
From his family
Not a single word of appreciation
From his loved ones
Nor
And never either or whatever

Being useful
and
being valued
are. two. different. things.