They bow, any time she speaks
At a glance, many squeak and steal peeks
They stand even when he wears a band
At a glance, everyone extends a hand
Then my eyes look at me, then at you
And your eyes look at you then at me
Fishes caught in the same boat?
I’ll say no!
There are those in deep cold
But feel not the anger of the cold
They cannot stand, even when they are told
Their surroundings, their bodies hold
There are the quadriplegics
Who have been through all the tragics
Needing hands they can’t vouch for tricks
Forcefully trusting legs of pricks
So why must I see through me in shame?
Why must you, see through you in shame?
That is so lame
We cannot count our blessings starting from the time we came
Let me give thanks
For our breath and wealth in health.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.