There goes the woman
With foamy dirty hair
And a naked dirty air
There goes the woman
Captured in her barefooted leer
In her place no one would want nothing but sneer
But her strength dazzles the captors who see it as rare
Wanting felicitations from their peer
Who also want a taste of this beast
They hunt from the jungle north, west, south and east
Yes, a beast who makes a feast
That the ‘humans’ enjoy without the least
Consideration of a bone to their so called beast
Who has everything they wanted
Yet knew it not and endured being taunted
Funny; the ‘humans’ want a piece of what is underneath the bushy hair.
Probably the bushy hair
Is covering all the private goody parts
And blinding her in to cart
Now there’s a day
That the brown and dark beasts surface and the ‘humans’ make way
Knowing they no longer have a say
Yet the beasts put words in their mouths and say yay!
What morons would give power to their captors and decay
In a state of disarray?
More like the pig that is newly bathed seeing the wet clay
So now they cut the bushy hair that they said contained monsters
Laying bare what must be revealed by the beasts
And drink from the minerals that is making the world go bonkers
In their own time, surely they will turn their newly rejuvenated beasts
Into slaughterers, slaughtering their own and making their hidden masters
feast
On the water that runs through their veins and that of the ‘humans’
BEWARE, BEWARE, BEWARE!
For their weapons have been concealed in beautified addictive language
and gifts
That contains nothing but lifts
The soul to make you drunk and whatever you own theirs in a swift
Only for you to get out of your stupor and learn that even your soul
they own
And they are well equipped with even-friends leaving you alone
Life beckons you to be open-eyed!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, OCT 29, 2013.
Mum Cee 