Must we aim to please others but not ourselves?
Must we aim for the meat without hunting for games?
Must our skin reflect our thoughts?
Dark is doom, is that it?
Are the naturals we see turning our environment into a jungle?
Yes, imitation has landed some of ours in the back
But what happened to:
‘When the child defecates on the laps, they are not cut off but washed?’
What happened to tending to the sick and dying instead of the silly playful?
What happened to letting others live their lives,
Making their own mistakes and learning from them?
What happened to the individual will?
Stuck we are.
Hunger continues deteriorating
Thirst burns our hearts
Yet we chase naughty children down dangerous tunnels.
Let us beware,
Let us ourselves advise,
Let us pause to reflect,
‘Cos we might just fall, collapse and be no more.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 