
When our days go to sleep
And end our wondering which is so steep
I know we will all take the leap
Wanting or not wanting to take a peep
II
We assume the sound of goodness
Will give nice chairs of softness
As the sound of wickedness
Flog many to helplessness
III
These grave assumptions
Walking through all nations,
Could it be a bomb vocation
Waiting for an intonation?
Patiently, I wait for that occasion
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
6 replies on “WHEN OUR DAYS GO TO SLEEP”
Reblogged this on barclaydave and commented:
Moving words.
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Thank you very much.
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Wow, intense and beautiful!
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Gracias!
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wow. powerful
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Thank you dear Rajiv, blessings.
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