Here and there
We go
High or low
We flow
Winged in wizardry
They claim our show
But we are the planters
They chew
The singers
Who help their hearts soothe
And the beautifiers
Who fill their view
Our homes now keep them warm
Our foods they lick in pleasure
But have no pity
As they break our bones
One day we’ll stage a coup
With the help of the sky
To have them sleep eternally
To have our freedom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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