The winds which blows
Knows no greens
It takes the yellow
And angrily pluck the greens
You my dears are being plucked unfairly
But you are gallants
Who will be hailed
The fevers burn
So does my heart
Your blood boil and flow through facial holes
Eyes which watch cry in pain
We’d love to hold your hands and pull you here
But the hand which holds you
Has a stronger hold
When you reach the land of ghosts
Help us know its fears
So we can stop this unfair pluckings
We live in fear
And we shed many tears
But your tears are seized
Your pain is gone
Your soul remains
And I hope you see and feel the words
From mouths like mine.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
This is for those who fought and lost the battle against ebola. May their souls rest in peace.
Mum Cee 