When your hands do the mixing

And your heat cry for toasting

Do you get the body building

To feed them your soul’s shillings?




When you kill those trees

And you pay no fees

And you peel their skins

And maim their bodies

Do you serve as the nail for the hammer to force

Into them for togetherness?



At least drivers are fair!

Oh! They have no choice

When the cars are in pain

They leave them in their skinpain

And just stand, sit or sleep

Anywhere minding no ridiculous weeping

Of course I would do same after being burnt to fit!

Way to go, ones made by hands!


Know nature suffers

Know, death after death of foods are felt

Of course by them. Ridiculous?

Know trees have souls

When you cut most of them, their redless blood

stain their skin and you think you have won

As their scars live to reference?

You are no different

You and I are parodies of how we treat

Things under our supervision

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

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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