When fathers die
Other fathers live
Such words pouring like honey onto dry bread
On hearts shattered with uncertainties,
Minds lost in fear,
Eyes crying rivers of tears,
Mouths wailing shamelessly and pouring words of desolation,
Rested hearts and consoled affected parts
Reassuring security,
Protection and love
Little did they know Delivering Words
Is a world different from the Words of Action.
Even crumbs on his plates are now considered the precious dog’s.
‘When fathers die
Other fathers live’ he said.
There he stands, quaffing whatever remains of the coffers of the dead
While living children look like famished cats with no shelter in the pouring problems
Of no schooling,
Threatening health failure,
And in all, doomed future.
When fathers die,
Other fathers live he said.
At this rate, the dead will rise and deal blows
If eyes of the dead sees the earth
And fairness reigns on Ghostland.`
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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