SOCIAL

A PRESIDENTIAL RULER

Mouth;

The only stone quarry

Of the body

Which cannot be legs

But can travel faster

Its proceeds

Linger longer on minds

Than the proceeds of legs

It is a pestle-mortar combination

Which can burn and crash a nation

And can help stop a chaotic situation

III

Mouth:

Its odour cannot hurt

Than its tooless sting

Which can hurt more than the bee’s

And its lying stunts

Can hang the innocent

Mouth:

A president of mandate

Its rule can kill

As well as mend

Its negotiation of curves

Determines all fates

So mouths!

Win your rules

Watch your proceeds

Before you liberate them

For your peace and the world’s

You hold that mandate to put death penalty to jail

I fear your power

I love your companionship

So prove your worth

Tags #AFRICAN POETRY., POETRY., WORDS

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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