I am bamboozled
Strapped in visions of the unfathomable
Cajoled by frightened hummings of the wind
Clothed by awareness of magnifying nakedness of grave hoodwinking
Of not only myself but the world
I am angry
Angry by the tone of my voice
Exhausted and fatigued by the stench of unscrupulous stinking teeth
In the mouth of the world
Yet it seems I can do nothing
But hypocritically watch the stray chickens dance in the plates of the crowd of foxes
Where is liberty?
Where are truth and honesty?
Where is discipline?
Where is conscience?
Which bastard of spirit changes the innocent with power?
Which bastard Soils seats of freedom by entrenching corruption and beautifying embezzlement?
This throne of graceless grace
This throne of soft weakness
This throne of the executioners
Needs deliverance from God
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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