If I quietly serve
In a world which men’s ego reserve
Would I be treated like I deserve?
Sleep, and I’ll sleep
My mood is bad, weep, and I’ll weep
Will they be so good as to the peace keep?
And if my children lie
On mats of dreams, would their thoughts
Buy their future ascension?
Like goats, we search for more
No matter how much we soar
Not even if gold, like rain, pour
I am life’s hungry animal
You know you are materials’ hungry animal
Yes, we are all needful hungry animals
None is exempted
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014