My people, my people
I shed tears like a woman who just lost her only child.
My saviors had forgotten their aim therefore why wont I cry bitterly.
They are envious, careless, corrupt and practice all kinds of vices.
They want things for their advantage forgotten that ‘seeing to the success of others is making your own long lasting`.
All your possessions are for a reason.
Realizing your aim will make you wise
To help me weep and save me from my sorrows.
Everyone is born a researcher.
God is our creator which makes us creative.
Do your part in reviving me to see success.
Ahiatsi Paul Kwame