THE DICTATORSHIP OF DEATH

When age married the deadly death

They arranged all grown beings to the shore for their honeymoon

Because death doted on his wife

Now the legs of time has travelled an untraceable path

He hunts the young and brings them home

His wife lovingly advise age meals

Carnivorous death stresses some youthful beings

“I am the handsome deadly death

You should obey, you’re just a woman

It is not always that I’ll wish for a tattered meal

I need my strength and affluent reputation”

The religious wife readily obeys

Not because she fears the wrath of her estranged man

But because God has willed it so

The woman must obey the wishes of man

Her huge path-book tells her so

So don’t expect a restraint on the game of young

When death is the hunte and rules the house

And will probably continue till thy kingdom come

You know what will happen when age divorces,

The young will be scarce in this jungle called life.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.