No matter how sweet
The voice of a bird sounds
It has to read times
For it to grace ears of the earth
II
Who knows? The melodious sounds
Can walk into ears connected to taste buds
Which crave for bones with melody
And whose bones will those ears go after?
III
We are in times sticks and stones are antiquated
Slingshots are old fashioned
Guns rule and so do bombs
Who needs talents to bring him or her risks?
IV
So “pii coo coo, qua qua koo kooo”
Some ears do appreciate
Others listen to hunt
Pretty bird, take note
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
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