Mothers! the ones we had in those days
They were mothers of reference and reverence
The ones we knew then are Nation-building mothers…
The ones we had then were Ransom-payer mothers.
Those days when wedding garments were precious
Every mothers in embryo lust for it.
Those days when bride price are heavy.
Every parent longed for it.
Those days when women of virtue were trained.
Then we had mothers.
Alas! Mothers of nowadays.
Six months breast feeding mothers.
Broilers feeding mothers
These are the mothers of nowadays.
The mothers of nowadays are on the street.
Receiving pays for sexual service
They are the naked masquerade selling pride so cheap.
Alas! Mothers of nowadays.
Mother murderer mothers
Beautiful faces on an empty head mothers.
Loose mothers!
When shall we train kings again.
Those mothers who are still
Suppose to be on breast.
Mothers raising mothers
As murderers.
Baby factory mothers.
Hails! Ayei kwei Armah
Are these the beautiful ones
Yet to be born?
My misconception or yours
This burdens my heart with bothers
Not a disrespect sir.
Who born them
Who raised these
Of what use
What pride
In what generation
Who will answer these
You or me
Of what stand do you answer
What reputation
I beg your pardon!
Eyes-closed truth dispense
These are the unripe Mothers
In hunger we plunge them.
They cause stomach pains, global warming.
Hopefully we shall have
Real mothers again.
There have always been all kinds of mothers. There probably will always be.