THE HUMAN FARM

I farm

I serve

I feed

Yet I’m nothing

But the sand under their feet

 

I starve

To feed

I pray

Leaving ambitions

Yet I’m nothing

But the sand under their feet

 

Beautiful woman

Fertile land

Digging trenches

In own womb

Yet I’m nothing

But the sand under their feet

 

When

Will this brightness be seen?

 

How

Can this stifling be curbed?

What

Do I do to breathe free?

 

Which god

Do I consult for freedom?

 

Where

Do I go for victory?

 

Why

Can’t I be celebrated?

 

I am the human god

Whose womb, like the fertile land

Fills the earth

 

I am the human mercy

Who will do anything to feed and watch over the land.

 

Please remove these shackles off my body

And let me stretch my wings

To give everyone cover.

       Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.