Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?
Dressed in beautiful clothes and stiff?
And you stand fanning with money?
Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?
No breath; you now have attention?
You’ve shown you care for the breathless
Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?
Who throws away anything rich?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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6 replies on “CORPSE RHETORICALS (TRIOLET)”
Beautiful poetry from you today, and quite eerie.
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Thank you Marissa. Blessings.
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This also a very good one. I always thought that in the end we all die the same. But you see there only a small part of us who think this.Class distinction isn’t only for life or death, your rite it’s for the grave
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🙂 Blessings Sheldon.
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It’s that kind of day you and I are on the same page. Blessings to you Cecilia
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True, blessings.
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