The Disastrous Day Poem by Kojo Silas

I woke up in my dungeon
A place where there seems to be many techniques which have been changing, from time to time
I sat on my old outmoded mat
Refreshing my mind with things of the past

Until 3pm when saw the weather beginning to change.
Clouds began to form and I knew the time had come for rains to pour
I thought it was going to stop but became harder
With lightning and thunder

Living souls began to seek refuge
Some got it in a kiosk, others went into a mansion
And some at a filling station
A place for filling car tanks
Opposite the Ghana Commercial bank
In the a pit was a fuel tank
Which began to leak
People saw it but nobody had the guts to speak
After all you are a refugee at that moment
This went on until a great thunder *arose and then followed by fire
Ladies and gentlemen I am not talking about any other day but the June 3rd 2015

The day that Ghanaians will never forget.
The day that cannot be erased from the*heart(mind) of Ghanaians
The day that took away the life of the pastor, the future minister and the future President
The day that ended the life of a bread winner
That black Wednesday that brought bereavement.
That day that Ghanaians had unimaginable burials
The day that the people were burnt into ashes and Ghanaians gave it all to God
Knowing that He gives and He also takes

The day that brought grieve and pains
That the is June 3rd 2015
My nation Ghana will never forget this day

Lunge live Ghana
May the souls of the departed rest in perfect peace
Silas Kodjo Panford
Still Silas I
5TH July,2016