Here I stand
On the very grounds we played with sand
And formed a band
Hand in hand
There he stands apace
With sadness sitting on his face
And rivers of tears flowing through his gaze
As his posture looks like one in a daze
There she kneels
Saying not what she feels
Rejecting all her meals
As words which come out of her mouth is nil
Just save us with your presence
Embrace us with your presence
We cannot stand your absence
We’ll be horrified but appear in our presence.
Hunt death and bring it to us
Just hunt death and bring it with yourself to us
Then we can pull out its tongue and plant it for long
For it to germinate and grow all that it took in the wrong.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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