O Sun Of Hope

Has the sun not journeyed far in our sky, O Africa?

Or is its slumber purloining over its senses?

O sun of hope, arise and see: 

The Azure trees, Chrysanthemums and Rosewood

That could so boast of their loveliness 

Are now searching for shea butter to get rid of their wrinkles

Our water and food security,

So crippled and defenceless due to changes in weather patterns and precipitation

It is true that the enemy of a man is not another man but his own lousy actions

The Terra Firma, so hurt!

How it wished it could voice out loudly

But its voice, a mere whisper

We are its only hope for we are the seed 

But we need to be planted in the soil

And without the soil, the seed is worthless

That's why our hearts whispered to the land

That we would search for you like a voyager and bring you home

O sun of hope, have you not slept at the East for long? 

Arise to the West and hear the plight of the figures of the soil you pour your rays on

Our tears are not visible, but it does not mean we do not cry

Asare Yaw Jamuel.