Standing on a mountain top
I have the eyes to sadly pop
The ills which never seem to stop
In the full glare of the big cop
He is a big moral flop
Who has from his sanity gladly hop
He is being awarded a disgusting crop
To say no word to make them stop
Righteous ones shop
For the one to stop
The heinous weeds with much crop
But all have been bought by the crop
The weaver above must be awfully sad
Watching things which makes Him mad
How did things get this bad?
There is no difference between a lad and a dad
Help me fly
From this mountain of disgust
Try to help me fly
From this chaos of mistrust
So this view passes me by.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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