Stillness,
In the land that was shaky is stillness
Which floats in the cold, this stillness
Abounds
It was trust
It was trust which caused this stillness
Trust for respect on corruption
In this town
There was merriment
There was merriment when he won,
No wonder, disappointment sits in stillness
And weighs
It is drying
The leaves on respect are drying
Drying to an era of revival or breakage
They swear breakage
When our stomach churns like an angry mill,
And our throats cake and crack like ice
Our brains remember, here and here
A little water and food, and we forget
We need a store,
A store for aches and pains
A store to influence our choices
In the future
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 