Be quiet!

There’s stench from the old

Be quiet!

And listen to the voice of the child

Blood which is same mix into the earth

Funny how the guns seem different,

Funny how the humans seem different,

Funny how the language is different,

Funny how the blood make love,

Hold hands and enter the earth in togetherness

There is that voice of a child who screams

“Get a grip on yourselves

Arrest the tendrils of hatred

Zap the life out of differences

And see the grass you’re trampling on”

Tears have made the call

Pain has seconded

Hurt has concurred

And innocence has stamped on it

Free Gaza and let’s move on.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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