THE STANDPOINT

I take a stance

And look from a distance

 

Chickens like famished children

Wailing in anger

Hens like desperate mothers

Crying in anguish

Cocks like men with bruised egos

Sitting with capped jaws

As the Hawk sits comfortably on his throne

 

He, the hawk comes down

And takes what he needs to fill his belly

Then climbs up to watch the desperate circus

Any beak which chirps in defiance,

Is made an evening meal

So none thinks to squeal

Fingers on beaks

 

Funny, the eagle watches

Waiting to devour the hawk and take over

But aims to do it tactfully

So as to get a non scattered empire

There are other animals too aiming

but none has a shot

Because the fowls have made it so.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014