How grand
Pounds and Euro battled not rand
Nothing was left to strand
All stars stood in their respective stances
Eyes feared to blink, for fear of a magic escaping
Mouths couldn’t help to gape
Knees felt weak with envy
Hearts fluttered and imagined themselves us
Tears were our evidence of attraction
The clothes were superb,
Yours, mine, followers
The chords were apt
The preacher funny and experienced.
Our eloquency in vow proclamations,
The applause of the captivated; unmentionable.
A picture here, a video there
All smiles in place, no flaw
So where are those perfections?
The-all-angelic-robes-of-forever we wore then,
Where are those?
Those smiles which exuded millions of positive needs
Millions of smiles ahead
Smiles of assurance that the future is meeting
Us in an embrace of happiness
Where are those?
Did we leave those at the bank of this river?
Why will sweat cause a ruckus?
Why are little gaffes the king of our homes
Pulling us on strings to repel?
I am afraid of invidious mouths
Waiting to give splendour in negativity;
Biting and blowing our hurt and pain
So I am rooted, but for how long?
God must be weeping,
The church must be mourning,
As those lavish vows roll in filthy gutters
And I ask myself, why did we go through all that trouble?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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