6th of March
“6th of March! March! Nineteen fifty-seven, seven! Ghaaana, independence day! Ghana is marching, Ghana is marching, Ghana, Ghana, Ghana is mar—ching!” Those were the words we sang, with our shrill voices Shuffling our feet and swinging our arms Proud even though we knew little of what we sang And we all loved the '6th March' marching day, But surely that was a long long time ago. But what is there to tell about mother Ghana now? They say, we said our country was free forever And yet every day I see her in heavy chains They say, we said, we could manage our own affairs But when last I checked, The Impossible Mission Fund (IMF) was still in charge. They say, they said, well, isn’t that all we know? The days have gone down in the west; and now you are old, dear mother. The elderly should recount the good old days. And the young talk endlessly about dreams, And castles in the air But what do you talk about at your age? 'good ol