The dust is sprinkled onto the monkey land

By pigs tutored to climb by the monkeys

Now it stands on a tall strong tree

Sprinkling dust to blind his teachers

The monkeys grovel

Wanting to see with their eyes

They try and try

But none thinks to look up

When they perfectly know the dust is coming from the sky

The little monkeys sit close beside the pig

Who has bags and bags of dust

And shout the name of the causer of their woes

But their parents shut them up

“Children must be quiet in times of chaos

You must have no voice.

What an elderly sees sitting down

Youngies like you will never see sitting on that tree”

So the dust is sprinkled for almost forever

By the time it ceases

Only the tree the pig stood on

And the one the children climbed remained

All the trees have been cut with its protective weed

And taken to the unknown with the child monkeys missing

And the land has been garnished with need

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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