With threads of money
Snaking and tying minds
Who is free on this life tree?
Even breath is painful
Getting eateries are awful
What about wearings? Stressful
Eyes don’t make it easier
Seeing is loving, loving is wanting
Unnecessary wantings become craving needs
What about belonging?
Even those with abusive companions
Always seek superiority over singles like Jesus, ouch!
And it gets to them
So crying in freedom they run into crying in slavery
What can humans see as freedom?
Those who have, have no sleep
Those have -nots always weep
Who can be free?
Children cry to be old
Adults cry to be young
Who can be free to enjoy the breeze of life?
I know real living is seen as beautiful and lived
When one leg steps into
An imaginary coffin, pitiful clowns!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015