In the land that was shaky is stillness

Which floats in the cold, this stillness



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










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