Desperate Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

Now the youth are traveling;
To Canada, the Middle East,
To all nations providing escapes;
Desperate to redeem our trampled opportunities
This incessant trembling of ours,
Is a reflection of our imposed destitution,
From the looting of the golden throne
The hopes of survival in the motherland,
Shadow afar beyond reach
Life gnaws at us;
The striving ones are shaken off,
To restart with empty hands
Then it comes to pass;
Those who blushed aside abroad;
Loving to work in their own land,
Are hurriedly going to embassies cap in hands
In the midst of the jungle,
It's the survival of the fittest;
Develop numerous tentacles
Or be crushed by the thorns of hardship