DRIED LEAF AND FIRE

A trickster, an afflicted

An ordinary, a spiritualist

Met at the path of need

The former in monetary need

The latter in need of freedom

The stick which fails to be a branch

And goes wandering, ends up in

The gutters of the mouth

So darn right, this adage

Thus, the dried leaf faced fire

The sham invocations begun

The bottle holding the fire was lighted

By the dried leaf

And by Jove you know the end result;

It turned ashes inhaled by the air and stashed by the wind.

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, DEMONS, FAKE PRIESTS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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