A morn in the sunrise that shines
As it rises
An eve in the sunset that mourns
As it sets
From sunrise to sunset
From the East to the West
From when we rise
To when we rest
The day proves tried and tested…but tired
As the day rises
As the evening sets
The East gives way to its West
The day permits the sun
So to shine its best
The sun shines unto the day
It’s brightest
Its hottest
In the crust of the West
There rests the best
Therein lies the gold in the dirt
…deep in the dust
Therein lies the oil in the depth
…far off the coast
Therein lives the lumber in the thick
…deep in the forest
Therein lives the rubber in the tree
…glued at the stem
Therein lie buried treasures
…deep in the earth
The orchards of the palm
The acreages of cocoa trees
The plantations of coconut plants
The basketful of nourishing edibles
Found in the Western’s North
A beach, full of windy breeze
Sent to beat the heat
See what you see at the seaside
Sea shells in fine sand
Seagulls hovering over sea
A harbour that comes into view
When you sit to view
A port meant to export our best
To the rest of the East and the West
Names that ring the bell loudest
Minds that mine wisdom from the intellect
A President, an Osagyefo who called a colonial bluff
A railway to fix at Loco…the Location
A twin-city mix…the first among its kind
From the Simigwa to the Kinatta
From the Mann to Paapa the Yank’s son
From the Bob of Cole to Kakaiku…orekodo
A West that must never come to its worst
Then it was so
It all happened on the hilly side of the westside
On a day the best arose in the West
Now it is not so
A joy in the birth of the West
Turned a pain after the birth of the best
The sun rose in the East
To set in the West
The West rose and posed in the past
To set and settle for the glory of the past
Nonetheless…
The best must come back to the West
Otherwise…
The sun will set at sunrise
