They Eat Their Eggs
Riddle Riddle
They lay their eggs, and they eat them
Who are they?
They are selfish, they only thing they care about is their stomach
No surprise they look pregnant with their protruding bellies
Precious, promising eggs destined to hatch into beautiful chicks
They’d rather eat these eggs with their side chicks.
A question to the leaders of this nation
Do you ever imagine being in our shoes for a second
The trammels we face on the daily, the dreams you kill
Do you think about the setbacks you set for us, aren’t you supposed to have our backs
Do you know how many young ones out there running on the shores of their destinies too afraid to swim?
Because of the sharks you fill the waters with.
Do you remember the promises you made to us, or you just remember your secret pacts with the selected few
Your appointed wolves that eat the biggest portions of what’s meant for us
They eat the national cake and we barely touch the crumbs
It’s a game of politics and we are the pawns
Like a football, they kick our dreams left and right.
As if that’s s not enough
You never cease to groom young ones to be like you
To play your dirty game of politics
Youth wings of party A and B, teaching them the ABCs of corruption and propaganda that’s never served us well
You lay your eggs and you eat them
You are selfish, they only thing you care about is your stomach
It’s no surprise you look pregnant with your protruding bellies
Precious, promising eggs destined to hatch into beautiful chicks
You’d rather eat these eggs with your side chicks.
IT’S CRAZY
Clipped wings, how shall we fly
Killed spirits, how can we try
Heart versus mind, a war that never ends
Head against the wall, it’s us against the world
Many tried, cried for freedom in all forms
Promises were made but all were empty
Giving us things that are all vanity
Started with something promising, now looks clueless, glue less …it’s all falling apart.
We struggle with ourselves and our doubts, and lack of confidence.
We struggle with our peers and our rivals, and lack of cooperation.
We struggle with our leaders and our elders, and lack of guidance.
We struggle with our culture and our society, and lack of acceptance
Some were born to be the heads, but there are no necks in support
Some are born to be the bread winners, but there are no breads to be won
How do you take food from the mouth of the hungry soul and put in the mouth of the satisfied one
Dreams louder than our silence, but you still manage to shut it
Dreams that are brighter to illuminate our darkness but you manage to dim it.
Two paths to make it, and you block the easy one
Tied up our hands and call us the lazy ones.
It’s so crazy, we are at the verge of losing our minds.
By ASARE EUGENE OBENG
Hmmm it’s really crazy