TASTE YOURSELVES

In this stormy era

Where sounds listen to sounds

And birds bed

I’m calling on you;

Yes you:

Death

Hurt

Hatred

Pain

Sadness

Sickness

Shame

To stand firm

And taste yourselves

When you’re done,

Please give us detailed reports

On death’s death

Hurt’s hurt,

Hatred’s hatred,

Pain’s pain

Sadness’ sadness

Sickness’s sickness

And Shame’s shame

If you really loved the experience

All will shut up

And let you stay

But if you loathe it

Take the vice versa

Then we’ll call out the other botherers

To follow suit

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014