Baby fox turns into a tiger

In the mind of a paranoid sailor

Who like a greedy dog hated to share

So bolted with all the world had to give many

On the blood of many, many heads


He paddles through the angry storm

Who seeks to sit on heavenly throne

When he takes his deathly travel to the unknown

So raises his disapproval of this sinful sailor

And threatens to give him up for torture


The sea that sat

Will have none of it

How can you in this tension time

Steal from others and make a run?

The sea jumps about in fright and threatens to give him up


The canoe moves in a grave dilemma

It is her job to obey rules

Yet this master has broken some earthly rules

Disobeying him is still a sin

And obeying him is still a sin


The many fishes smell the mixture of blood

On this very greedy soul who paddles and cries with greater fear

Of his shadow than of the storm

They travel on board and have his head

They believe some sins will always be forgiven.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 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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