
Eyes in windows of the world’s shadow
See all; the call, fall and the talls
Like omnipotent gods in fathers
Good thoughts close mouths in the shadow
II
When dawn’s rain fall like a sharp arrow
And supposed suns make all cloud calls
Good eyes cry like angry pained mothers
Chaosers step with happy toe
III
Does it then mean they will pain kowtow?
Rhetorics depend on set balls
Thoughts with boxing gloves do the shatters
Thoughts with discipline sink pain low
IV
I knew a family called TaJoe
Who made mouths set many bet walls
And set examples for latters
And won the ancestors’ best bow
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015