Redemption

The story of our redemption
A trail disappears
Reappears without exemption
A cycle of years of sour tears

And forefathers
Traded us for moonshine
Still our fathers
Came to redeem our blood line

The moon men came again
Father was asleep
Religion was his bane
So the children, they left for cheap

Who will redeem the future?
Buy us back our self respect
Our childhood wounds to suture
Redeem lost hopes of past neglect

We need to find a lasting cure
To redeem and stay redeemed
Turn the past to good manure
A black star as Nkrumah dreamed

J.Y.Frimpong