SONGS TO MY CHIEF KPORKU
In this house of yours
The air brews of peace
That long, we longed to feel
That atmosphere of dreamed love
What a father gives us, babies
Open like ripen fruits of a great fan palm
To which ants throng in chains
To which bees throng in droves
And we humans hunts hungrily
Only for the comforts we cherish
From you great King of people.
The heart of our souls
The Soul of our hearts
To which our chords are anchored
Never snap to let loose of us
As this world is too open, too cruel, too blind
Ready not to favour orphans
Without a link to your dream for us, live
So in perpetual flow
Cover us, our shade
Protect me, my armour
Father them, the mentor.
To make our song complete
Been composed of you, Togbui Kporku
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