So, many children weep
Not out of attention but hunger
While corrupt practices shoots up the dollars.
The umbrellas are battling the elephants, the coconuts, the cockerels and the rest
Why can’t they fight together to ease the hunger of the hungry poor children?
Why must they fight with themselves in this small space throwing dust everywhere?
Is your job to trick, starve and speak in worldly tongues after battling to represent?
What is this?
Must we always hear songs of many losses to the state?
Kwaku Ananse stories are told when we are about to retire to bed after a hard days’ work
And the story tellers are mostly the Old worn out women beaten by boredom
So sit up and stop those stories in the early mornings.
Battle our forces for us to see good lightning,
Feed better, and shut up the self proclaimed godly DCE’s
Whose most offensive challenge happens to be ‘tweeeea’.
A young strong Soldier leading us to battle cannot cause a disaster
Please hear the children weep
By fighting their cause
And opening doors for their feeders
For we are like the arranged sardines
Packed in a tin of thorns.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 