The edible maggots form from the palm nut tree
They come out, wiggle and know they are free
They worship their maker, promising their piousness and their love
Promising their souls and bodies as they look above
Then they touch the ground and eat their god
They wiggle around the home without measure
Eating everything the palm tree treasure
They fight for the food of the other
Forgetting it belongs to neither
Then they lift their eyes to their heaven, and bow.
Palm nut lie decomposing
His creatures fighting for posing
He calls out to them to come to their senses
But all they do is kill even with their natural lenses
Then one of them thinks to write a regulatory book
There was a rush for the book to be booked
After they saw their writer being cooked
They read to live in the teachings of the book
As many others add their versions to get them hooked
They always read the book after they are satisfied with sin
One suggests that they do fast
Because food eventually takes them to dust
They agree to wear their whites
And abstain from all their sinly rights
Only to end and go to the dirt like pigs
Edible maggots why art thou so?
Do you not know you will harsh eternity go?
Whatever it is you will be eaten
Hungry alien species, your taste will smitten
Why then do you live so?
Stop gathering as one
Only to disperse with bruise-like movies to darkness and the sun
Even if you escape mouths and live to the full
Your remains will be swallowed by the earth which will never be full
So live freely and do as you wish, than hypocritically holding on to books under heinous crimes.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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