We can’t surely say
That the tons of blood on Alata land
Were by knives of the known devil
II
We can’t surely say
That the new shoot of hope on Alata land
Is free of all knowledge of the slaying knives
III
Alata is at the crossroad
With eyes watching from all angels
To see if the flower of hope is not a hidden lion
IV
A flower like hope
A flower like a lion
A flower with happy fears for laughter or tears
Queer!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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