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RURAL TIMES

Long ago

In plural

In areas rural

When the most revered art was the mural

When nature’s abundance helped us play with the squirrel

When things of appeal have not gotten to our neural

We lived without peril

For love emanated from the visceral

And we were thankful to be in the land of the liberal

Taking all that were said in the literal

And habouring no immoral.

 

 

 

 

 

Now, we with words, without codifications, crush

Pulling with bare hands the human heart in a rush

Without a blink, not to talk of a hush

With magnifying cannibalism we blush

And pleasure in terrifying terror and lust without hearing a shush

When engaging in heart wrenching deeds with even the thrush

Of seductive women in apparels plush

 

 

 

 

 

Where are we headed?

What is the destination?

What will bring the satisfaction and erase the longings of hate?

What will our pride be in the end?

Why do we engage in these misgivings?

Whose benefit is the goal?

Who sits in the bench to judge and award such hideous engagements?

 

 

 

 

In the end, we are nothing

But the sand under the feet of the fruits of our wombs.

      Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, (c) 2013.

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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