Whatever you see
Comes with a fee
But the hand that pushes into the earth
Takes no fee
You can turn
You can burn
You can sit, spit and kill
You are bound to be slaughtered like the hen
So much for good living
When a fall causes land seeping
Let’s open our eyes
To the inevitable which will soon be creeping
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014