I can tell you pride has been sold

For power in my home 

For the first man status, a sheep clothe was worn.

To be the keeper of all,

A known affluence was paraded


But a lion could never stay in a sheep clothe forever

It tore free immediately it landed on the stool

As has always been the case

Only to put a tangled net on his past audience

A net which is never loosened until another era rears its head

Then a much more sheepy clothe will be acquired


If only you know what we are going through

You’ll pity my home which feels like just a house

If only the god of power was fair

These lions will be struck dead in their  sheep clothes

To free my land.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


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