I am here

You are here

We are here

With tools of love

Tools that need no gloves

Tools that will spill no blood

So let’s make love


The stethoscopical hands can revive

Any heart and make it come alive

It can then work to bitterness deprive

The healing arms can encircle me

When I fume at the atrocities your talking machine spew

That you mean no harm I can see


No need for the hands to fly about in pain

When it can give and comfort gain

No need to boil hot anger

In the heart when it can spread love around.

No need to use the teeth to tear beings apart

When it can spread smiles

No need to kill a soul with the mouth

When its curving shares affection

No need to put a sharp machete at your back

When I can rest my head for comfort there

No need to make the heart dark when you can make it bright

No matter how bright the heart is, it can never blind and hurt

Like the heart of darkness

So hold me

Look at me

Smile at me

Open your arms and let me come in

And let’s make, serve and spread love to humanity in entirety.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

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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