Let’s aid and abet the blowing wind
To travel across the wretched sea
To clear the dust and misty mind
Of hate and killings they love to see
I can see their thoughts like words on a board
They make no attempts to conceal the lot
If we stand to watch these in their horrid accord
They’ll direct the wretched wind toward our spot
When the lion’s skin is in high demand
The sheep must find a sure way to help
For if it so happens they can’t meet their demand
The sheep must shed its skin to help
I don’t want to be the foolish sheep
Who stands to watch skin-shedding when he owns a skin
I need to be able to soundly sleep
Without a thought to the future of my meat and skin
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 