THE gODS SLEEP, THEIR CHILDREN WEEP

We have come to your shrine

We have come to your shrine with our empty calabashes of thirst

We have come to your shrine

We have come to your shrine because there is no where else to turn to

We come to your shrine weary from the many searches for food

We have come to your shrine

Because we know the gods dwell in abundance and know whatever we are searching

Because we know this sanctuary is our last resort

We know the gods know our plight and want us to plead in order for them to grant

Our hands are locked together

And in unison, we ask for mercy

We ask for abundance in this era of scarcity

The strong horns adorned with your red colours show that famine must fear you

The many holes in moulds once lifted may bring rain on this droughted land

You live like a miser so your children will live in abundance

So stop sleeping and look as your children weep and starve

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.