OMENS OF INJUSTICE

We have come to the turning point
Not to return to the sinking point
We have wept bitterly over this canker called injustice
And moaned gruesomely over inequality
We the people of this land seek justice
In a land where injustice reigns
Ask why the poor is always poor
And the rich always rich.

In the eyes of Twedeampon we are one
In the eyes of the ancestors we are same
Men of character
Baked to different colour
Why then is the national cake unfairly shared?
Why should inequality meander across the valley of the ordinary?
We all pay taxes
Engage in communal labour
So where from these seeds of chronic injustice?
Question the leader that he is not up to the task
And your end surely follows.

We have being sting by the wasp of injustice
And have being bitten by fear
To question the elements of injustices
Is there any contentment in the kingdom of injustice?
Can we make unsalient points to justify what is justifiable?
I guess no.
But why all these chronic injustice?
All fingers are not the same
Yet all must be treated the same
I am torn apart by this hellish called injustice
I am tormented by this disease called injustice
I fear to question whoever
Is behind this evil call injustice
Else I visit my early grave.

BY?Nana Arhin Tsiwah

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