Why sin was made ineluctable,
Abena, I do not know
Its terribly sweet whispers
Its beautiful shapes and colours
Its mysterious rush of adrenaline
Its promises of gain
Rubbed by its soothing balm of satisfaction after success,
Erase thoughts of its consequences
There I was
Standing at the threshold of sin
Watching Amidu cuddle an apple with thorns beneath
I called, Amidu, watch out!
Amidu, watch out!
But he heard only after he had deep wounds
On his third leg after cunningly using it to step there
Ei! Why must sin cover ears of all?
Just after that,
I watched as Quaye sneaked to capture
A golden casket
I looked and saw it was a trap to get a corpse
I screamed and screamed in warning
But I guess he heard me from the life of beyond
I hate to hate sin
Because it catches me anyway
Tying my friends, family and all
Ensuring our fall is a call
Seductive snake in synergy with pain
To seduce and reduce to naught
Please put some clothes on you
We are tired of your pornography!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015