We
In the arms of armoured earth
Protective of us
Fight with race
Fight with gender
Fight with geography
Fight with ethnicity
And fight for what we can’t forever own
II
When we
Crossing over into soil
Take nothing but our beings
Our skin being butchered by moth
Our bones being powdered by age and time
Our teeth, the only stones, scattering into places
While the streams of our blood lose the battle with drought
III
Funny huh?
We are like passing air
But we behave like immortals
Spending our precious time on senselessness
Fighting and not living for our respective purposes
Only to hear the sound of our last bell when we lose our speech
Leaving with regrets none can see or hear or even help us convey to our beloveds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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That’s really powerful. 🙂
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Thanks Lisa.
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