From the mountain top
onward we go;
Marching gallantly in shrouded countenance
Our Brides awaits us in purple apparel;
with sweetness that mothers a peculiar glow
A sweetness that only routes
from the belly of a royal;
From afar I could hear their stubborn hearts
seemingly jumping from an eager chest
Alas...!
their untamed love....;
that which they have nurtured from their breast
continually betray their pretense
And we, having been through the walls of our enemy friend
have gained the tag
that shall forever unite us with our brides....
the tag of the ZEBRA
And in our crowed apparel...
In our stray;
In our ruptured emotions to our beloveds,
Alas...
In our unconquerable pride,
We still pledge our allegiance
to they who shall always be by our side
even when the going gets tough;
They who hail from the pond of taste;
The MOGANS.....
Behold, in our broken voice...
And they with melodious utterances
shall forever chant the rhythm of our formidable communion...
SANTAMOGA........STRONGER TOGETHER........
Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah
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