Who is there?
Oh all are here!
I see the things
Which Christmas brings
But my pocket cries out
And my mouth does pout
II
Who sees it?
Oh all feels it
Many are those
Who’ll think of overdose
To end the shame
And get a loose name
III
Who is happy?
Oh the sit-and-eats
Who cares about money
When all they need is honey?
They sit and wait
To eat until late
IV
Who will enjoy?
Oh Pastors with joy
For all will give
And all will leave
God’s coffers sits
Crying to be liberated into their pits
V
Who will suffer?
Oh all will suffer
From the foot=mat wives
Whose meals delay
To the hungry child
The streets beget
VI
Who will feel the heat?
Oh all without generators
For ECG tightens his belt
Every watt for two dark pelts
Don’t be alarmed,
It is to check deaths
VII
So flow to the village
Drink from the Densu River
Eat from Assase Yaa
Inhale from the noses of green plants
And let the flies lick your buttocks
Who knows, the gods of your land
Might just reveal your heirloom
And save you from this misery
Or worst, make you a stooge master!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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Powerful
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Thank you dear Tina. 🙂
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