BABY FOX TURNS INTO A TIGER

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