Frustration, hate, questions

Tears, reminiscence, loss, grief?


Because the beckoner of the beckoned,

The player of the played,

The flame of the fire,

The manipulator of breaths and

The raw eater of the flesh

Played, flamed, manipulated and ate

The sire of company and happiness?

The sender of the sender

Who sends breathless humans

To be fed to the hungry earth

Will have no pity, no matter the gravity of sorrow

So wake, smile, laugh, dress up and finish your tasks,

Before he sets his eyes on the you

Who has her eyes on his past feast.

We all are feasts of doom

So much so that even those who have the pleasure of staying long

Sometimes pleads to be sent to the human abattoir.

So make merry and stop wasting the different hands of time

Whether young or old, the leaf is bound to be manure

Shield the sumptuous fruits that are promising

So you have no regrets when called

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, (c) 2014.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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