They are extra nice
With faces that are as welcoming as that of the angels from heaven
But their intent only show
When others’ backs are turned
They are fuming
They are fuming with rage
And laying a bait with their intent
Consumed with rage their faces give them away
They are battling
Battling among themselves
With weapons as scary as to cause grave loss
But they seem not to care
I observe and stay in my cycle
Oh no, even my silence begets enemies
And they start strolling toward me
Everything pointing to the fact that they are here to get me
I raise my hands and say: I am for peace.
I have always been for peace,
I will always be for peace,
So I hide no claws
Come not with murderous intents
Look not with killy eyes
Clench not your fist
For you have no opponent.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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