Stories are told of a man
Who had many eyes on his head
Which made him the sun
Leading his people to a place where a voice is only heard
By him, a voice of settlement
His mysterious life
Living under the world of a hat
Was unraveled by his weak wife
While lying in his chair mat
Like a tired tiger under his favourite tree
Kwamena Gyarteh Ayirebi Gyan
Sunk into the ground
To avoid being painted in a humiliation cyan
After his mysterious life bells sound
Those he led, led him to the ground
The eyes which were scary
Were the eyes which led
Humans are very scary
Biting hands that actually fed
Effutu dug and dug
They dug and dug
Then made two cannon balls out of the dug earth which led
They preferred the imagery of the earth they dug
To the man who spoke before he was pushed dead
We always choose the hard way.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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