Stop crying, oh my Dear Queen,
Cease pointing accusing fingers at others,
For you are the enemy of yourself.
When you made it a habit,
To insult your elders and subjects,
Turning into a pugilist ?Lady Tyson?
Punching and slapping them,
Treating them far worse,
Than the dirt on your sandals,
That you could easily clear,
With a whiff,
Whom did you think you were fooling?
You are the enemy of yourself,
Soon as you became obstinate,
Vowed to be resolute,
In your determination,
To by-pass all conventions,
Including statutes, customary laws and usages,
To impose a candidate of your choice,
Against all godly advice to the contrary,
On your people and town,
Against their wish,
What did you expect in its wake?
Not a bloody nose?
You are the enemy of yourself,
When you knowingly colluded,
With men of equally dubious character,
To usurp the birthright of the genuine royal family,
They, being unanimously,
But painfully, illegally of course,
Denied their royalty,
Threatened and disgraced in public,
Before a Council of Chiefs,
Rogues I may call them,
And in the presence of a large audience,
Come to listen to what would happen,
The audience and the chiefs mocking them,
Intermittently booing and talking them down,
What did you expect in the end?
You are the enemy of yourself,
When you condoned and connived,
With now known accomplices,
To be declared the true royal,
And the true royals seemingly declared illegitimates,
To occupy the throne,
Whereas known facts and God,
Point to the contrary.
With all the facts and admonitions,
Unfolding voluminously on the internet,
On regular basis,
Warning and chastising you,
As may have been revealed by God,
And as per existing unadulterated facts,
You still persisted in your dubious intentions,
Offering bribes and giving gargantuan promises,
To pay the accomplices further bribes,
Saloon cars maybe,
Or cash on the other hand,
Or allowing them to take freely,
Millions of acres of stool lands,
All to the detriment of your people,
And to the locality.
Blame yourself, oh queen,
But not your Second-in-Chief accomplice,
Who with detailed knowledge of the plot,
Reveals authoritatively,
In addition to your declaration of giving bribes,
Your intention to reward the recipients of the bribe,
With further saloon car to each recipient,
All secret dealings being made public,
With such vividly expounded revelations,
In the hope of compelling the Council of Chiefs,
To force the electors,
To grant the request of the queen,
Confirming her candidate as the chief-elect,
And exactly so they did,
According as planned.
As you were proposing,
God was in the Heavens disposing,
Because He did not approve of your view,
Evil as it was, and has always been,
And contrary to His,
As it all appears,
Because you are a cheat,
Always ganging up to create,
To loot and to share.
By the way, Oh queen,
How were you going to recuperate the bribe money?
Running into billions of Old Ghana Cedis,
If stool money was not intended to offset the loss incurred,
Through the bribery,
Intended to induce the Electors,
To do the unthinkable,
That has now backfired,
On you,
On the Electors,
On your candidate,
And on your accomplices.
In the end,
Be it known to you, Oh queen,
That if you cheat spider, you cheat yourself.
Rockson Adofo
