Papa is gone? Agyeiiiii!
I have none left! Wuoeiiiii!
I’ve got to go with him”
Legs go further from the unknown traveller
Who will feed me, agyeiiiii!
My dark has fallen, wuoeiiiii!
There’ll be none to bail me out of my debts”
Looks into faces to find a replacement
Even sympathy is bribed?
Like an echo of the caves
Which needs a shout to bounce back
Human hearts live
So do nothing
And only machine songs will sing
When you turn unwanted meat
On the slate of cold thorns
In the eyes of the public
Could there be real tears
Without needs, wants and loss?
It is a world for the strong
But I don’t know how long is long
And I think I’ve lived long
Seeing unseeables, dreading my call
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015