Their thumb powers are unknown to them
Like our forefathers exchanged gold for salt
They exchange their powers for cheap coins, cloths
Bicycles, motorbikes, cars and promises
Which never come to pass
When will they see their thumbs are worth more than little fees?
Grave sufferings, avoidable sufferings reign their world
Yet they never turn into eye openers
To uproot their problems
Repitition of dynamic but same mistakes
Are blinding our sorry selves
Have mercy! Whoever hears!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014