Wrapped in beauty
Are the rots with shiny eyes
Booting goodness
With their long legs of deceits and fancy
II
Wrapped in the rots
Are the goodness sent to hell
By heads doped in the rot
Into the reverence of its essence
III
A world, so harmed
By bad, so wrong
Yet minds, don’t think
And hearts, are captured
IV
I need that heart that works so great
I need that head which thinks so great
Not that which see factions as tools
To be used to breakage and dumped for new
V
I’m calling
Why is there no voice?
I’m calling, why do I get no response?
Like an echo roaming in rocks
My voice reverts after decades to me
Poor, poor them and me
We were brought to many things see

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
6 replies on “ROTS IN BEAUTY”
you have such beautiful words, elegant!
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Thank you Mihrank
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Very deep poem Cecilia 😉
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Yeah deep. When the ills of society are wrapped to attract, these are some of the poems that form in my thought.
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And you do that very well 😀
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Oh, touched. Thanks Irene. Blessings.
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