Poem: “Mixingly Weathered” by J A Owiredu

MIXINGLY WEATHERED

A still facade, a vortex’s silent scream

Conceals ruins, buried, in a forgotten dream

A ruin, hidden, yet springs forth in fragile swings

Where shadows thrive, and the truth barely clings.

Behind the veil, a hidden truth resides

Where the Elephant coverts the treasure

And the umbrella shields the rain; stifling the growth

As Western matriarchs take the wheel.

Election promises, mere rhetorical surmise.

The people’s voice, drowned by partisan din.

As their love veils lust for power and gain.

Their lips speak honey yet, hands grasp for pain.

Is the freedom a façade, or a clever guise?

Is progress a slogan or a tangible change

About to touch every corner or a hollow range?

The mix of distorted truth contending with facts

A toxic cocktail

Are we really that gullible? Or is it a politically

Indoctrinated agenda?  Quadrennially, the

Charade turns a national celebration.

A spectacle of rhetoric, young and old.

But beyond the noise, we search for what’s real

A genuine patriot, who’ll truly heal

The bruised and battered soul of the follower.

Is it power or service that drives their quest?

A mixingly weathered truth, lost in the sand, we guess

We yearn for authenticity, not scripted lines

Leaders who uplift, not perpetuate decline

The ambiguity lingers, voters brainwashed and worn

Floaters, pessimistic, idealistic, and forlorn

A mix of hope and doubt cushions their very believe

Will youth-led change bring progress, or the same old hand?

Only time will tell, as Ghana’s story’s framed

But for now, we seek truth, beyond the mixingly weathered game.

J. A. Owiredu