Galamsay (Illegal Mining) Poem by Teye Wayoe Ebenezer

On the coast of this country
you see their branches.
Struggle, strafe, suicide
damaging of fine fertile lands,
polluting of water bodies
Buried thousands of men
without the notice of their
family members to even mourn them
Though some of them are paupers
but wished should have been
buried in a silver laden coffin
and not like a nag.
The sacrosanct of this country,
vandals of Africa.
Burring men at injured knee