Tomatoes, onions
Pepper and salt, fish, water
Groundnut or palmnut
Should I bring in the others?
They live independently
II
Living by themselves
So conceited like bosses
Never knowing they will leave
Together in pots
On flames with fingers like swords
III
Sad that is not all
Their carcasses travel through
Odours, crashing stones
With tips like hot sharp metals
Grinding them to paste, awful!
IV
They leave separately,
Through the worst of their own fears
Are they oblivious?
No. One’s life is the cause
And threat on another’s life
V
Are we different?
Certainly not! We are them
They who live like men
With their scents, throwing all frights
When they must be friends till ends
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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