EVEN THROUGH THE GOATISMS

We live,

Through the snaking smiling gutter maimings

To the sitting smokes which puff to mate into killing

We live

Through the dotty salaries

To the gargantuan prices on needed edibles

III

We live,

Even though we are being ruled

By a rich dead goat who fears no knife

We live,

Even though important monies

Sneak into pockets of supposed helping leaders on earth

We live,

Though we climb judgement debts

And pant at the herculean mountain

We live,

We definitely live on

We live on, through the wobbling of the nipples

Of the abused Ghana, calling ourselves her sons

We live and we will live

We live and will forever live

Even after the dead goats jump in soup on fire

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By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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