In your stead we stand
For your sake we band
To your satisfaction we hand
Our struggles with the land
For your healing we boil
For your effectiveness we toil
We make love to the soil
To make sure your mobility does not coil
So why are we shedding tears
At the hands of your machetes?
Why are we harbouring fears
At the tips of your inventions?
Why our fear of extinction
At your preferences of naught?
We are your foot-mats
And your sun hats,
We are your sustenance
And your breath
We are you, you can say you are us
Shall we hold hands to thrive?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.