
Folks climb tall mountains
With their voices as day wakes
Pledging commitments?
Funny flaws’ flaked forces fan
Into action when day smiles
II
What are we on then?
Noise pollution with no track?
Time’s irritation
We may hear the earth shout “bue!”
Like ones whose ears itch and hurt
III
In wake of that time
Our dragging drums would open
And pour as souls run
None can hold noise to ransom
Because then, it would be late
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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Thank you. 🙂
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