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A SORE STATE (MONORHYME)

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I think of now and before

I know not what is in store

I see not the work of law

I see crimes brought to the fore

And see children refuse their chore

I aim to know its prompt core

Living such life I abhor

For real justice, I swore

But my voice always mops floors

All my reasoning they ignore

And mostly show me the door

Now my heart is really sore

So much I can stand no more

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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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