Our left-hand strains,
Clinging to the quiver of Nkrumah's proteges,
Our right hand feigns,
Tugging at the bow of Danquah's progenies
Let our bearded torchbearers dabble in their ideological pilolo
Even if some are far-flung from Castro's Cuba
'Cause from this will be borne the people's Ayalolo
And from this, the venturemeister's Uber
Yes, these choices must not divide
They must unite
They must ignite, our nation's growth
These choices must not constrict
They must excite
They must incite, our communal passions
These choices must not detract
They must ensure
They must inure to our collective dreams
These choices must not disassemble
They should house
They should rouse the undead voices of this nation's freedom fighters!
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