I am a lonely chicken
Looking for my hen
Left alone with this cock
I’ll die of a spin
I’m a lonely chicken
Missing the hunting of my hen
I’ve searched for hours, seen others being fed
And can’t find a thing
Many crow that she flew away
Others chirp she’s caught and sold
Some say she’s been slaughtered
And eaten, what a world she’s left me in
Monstrous humans, running our lives,
Do I curse or hurt?
Monstrous carnivores
Hunt leaves for once.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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