Fare Thee Well

Fare Thee Well

Say no more a word
Let the silent rule
Crave for the world in the haze
That is where the next panting emerges
Where thy worth shall be implored

"Ye did a good deed"
..the scrolls open and declared...
The landlord, King adores, they servant
Who just entered from the narrow gate, this noon
Atta, Atta, egya Atta Mills..

Yeoman* truely, thy blood plays
A whole country upon your shoulders, for a quarts period
Oh great Atlas* of my black soil
Hail thee, Hail thee, Hallowed thy name
Black world fare thee well..

I cry, oh mother! our lost so great
A gangartuan loss
A real great demise.
Fare thee
Fare thee! I cry..Atta Mills.

(c) Lamptey Godson K. 2012