I am on my knees
Begging for peace
In the midst of the fangs of the bees
Are many who’ve no fees
To pay to the bees
Because they touched not their honey
I am on my knees
Like the perpetually kneeling tortoise, for me
The river that flew through me
Gathers in beauty and warmth
But many dirty legs do step in
Without an iota of compunction
Please protect it
By shading,
And preserving
For the sake of the traveller
Who pants with thirst, and protect the desolate,
I know it’s within your powers.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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