Wind blew
Birds sang
Cocks crowed
Snakes hissed
Dogs barked
Cows mooed
All were signs
To the coastal poet
To pray to the uncreated being
Up high in the skies
Above the reach
Of human hands
The God whose garments
Embers flames of fire
With yelling voice
Like the rushing waters
Released from their
Source on the Mount Everest
To the Tigris and Euphrates
To water the plants
In the Garden of Eden
So I must pray
At this hour as the sun
Retires to it abode
To paints its face
With the ink of darkness
Oh thou ancient of days
As I spread my aura
Of disappointment
At the wicked and saints
Who all call on your divine name
I summoned the minds
Of the corrupts
And wash away
The evil thought
Of the politicians
Let our wisdom guide
Our knowledge to control
Minds
Oh Lord God of mercy
Discard from
Our minds
The work of “galamsey”
And healed our tongues from lies
Mend our hearts
To hate evil
And cleanse our emotions
To flee from prostitution
Oh Lord God of mercy
Detained terrorists
For them not to visit us
With the mayhem of “bokoharam”
Give our thieves
Short hands
And confined
The breast of harlots
In their bras
Prisoned the rapists “tin”
In their trousers
Touch the hearts
Of traders
Not to cheat us with spoilt
Food stuff
Oh may the work
Of fraudsters be standstill
In the custody of the police
Oh Lord God of mercy
Caused police
To rejects bribes
From deviants drivers
Who sold their
Passengers’ lives
With “one Ghana” Cedis
In their license
To the man in black uniform
With flat file
And many pockets
Oh Lord God of mercy
Global warning
Has become a global
Issue with many
Finding ways to remediate it
Lord, touch the mouths
Of smokers
Who increased the pollution rate
Of the green house effects
With the
Meandrous smokes
From the two
Holes in their nose
Oh Lord God of mercy
I come before thee
With the eyes and mouths
Of “Apeo” lovers
Lord God, give them
A different taste
For our oil palm industry
Is gradually collapsing
As a result of drunkards
May they love only water
Oh Lord God of mercy
I can’t forget “wele or pomo”
consumers
They are eating
Our shoes in their pots
Lord, we can’t afford to
Wear Chinese rubbers shoes
On this hash tropical weather of ours
Ancient God of days
This is the prayer
Of the poet from the coast
