When the cotton bloomed
As it wished without the danger
Of being loomed
For the benefit of strangers
To their field,
There was silence!
When the trees soared
Up, up into the skies
Without the danger of being bored
About being turned into shelter, fire or dice
For the benefit of strangers
To their field,
There was silence!
When the earth was intact
Without piercy-woundings digging its treasured parts
And turning it in fact
Into many shiny parts
For the benefit of strangers
To their field,
There was silence!
When the streams and rivers
Were only for the borrowing
Of the living without shivers
Of coming into contact with many materials which are disgusting
For the benefit of strangers
To their field,
There was silence!
When the moon, sun, stars and thunder
Owned the skies
And there were no intruders putting it asunder
Committing the sun to burn the beneathers who fries
In retaliation to show the strangers
That they are the bosses,
There was silence!
Now everything rebels.
The animals talk back and walk
The trees shake their heads in defiance
The rivers and the streams run at top speed roaring and crushing everything in its way
The air curls and whispers in strange and fearful tones
The earth stretches and expands seizing many defaulters in her bosom
Everything points to the breaching of the silence of the earth.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, (c) 2013.
Mum Cee 