UPSIDE DOWN

The eagles are fowls

The fowls are eagles

The houses are the sky

The sky is the houses

In her world.

Elephants are ants

Ants are elephants

Lions are the cats

Cats are the lions

In her world

Food goes through the rear

Feaces come through the mouth

The back houses the babies

The stomach is the support

In her world

Eyes hear

Ears see

Noses are the pates

The pates are noses

In her very world

So she walks with her palms

And is branded weird

By other worlds

But hers is peace

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., #AFRICAN POETS, INSANITY, MADNESS, 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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