GOATS, SHEEP, FOWLS, COWS AND VULTURE

SHEEP

Bɛɛɛɛ! Bɛɛɛɛ!

What are we to do now?

Our murder loom

As our bodies are being craved

And seen as delicacies in clothes of spices

To be grinded first by stones in their quarry

And then sent to be grinded again in enclosed insatiats

Who think celebrations must see us as things without breath

GOAT

Who are the we?

Who is easily caught?

SHEEP

You

Because your naughty ways

Take you places of reaps

As you fear no maps

And I am only ever obedient

Because of piety

Even their religion claims me the most obedient

In their Holy Book

GOAT

See what your goodness brought you

Were you exempted from the fear of  knife

By every occasion that travels yearly?

Forget about your explanations,

Your you is you

An your I is I

The reason being I have speed

Speed you lack

So cry your cry

HEN

Qua qua qua qua quaaa quaaa

Stop the noise both of you!

Even we with wings are quiet

Don’t you know humans are brutes

Some can fetch us even in the sky

Their tricks have speck-less eyes

When their feelings for our deaths become stronger

I am thinking of my children

Who are barely their breadwinners

A mother, poor poor mother!

A Mother!

I might be spared

If their greed for more is not quenched

COW

That leaves your suitors woes

As they look at each other

Knowing not their fate

I am a bit safer

Muslims are the known cow butchers

Because they have riches

That Christians lack

COCKS

Kokrokoooo!

Kokrokoooo!

Let’s find ways of leaving o!

There! Knives are coming o!

SHEEP

Cow, you’ve said something great

They deem you expensive

Followed by us

I need to calm my fears

Before pressure’s knife  bites into my heart

VULTURE

That’s why I asked that

You turn into scavengers

Feeding on their corpses to scare them off you

The best way to always be on top

Is by making your fear your chewing stick

Or your favourite meal

GOAT, SHEEP, FOWLS AND COWS

(All at once) 

Pu-mɛɛɛɛ!

Bɛɛɛɛ!

Qua qua qua quaaaaa!

Kokro koooo!

Muuuuuuuuuuu!

Be gone! Away!

Who called you here?

You a a corpse lover

Not fit to live among humans

At least we are allowed

VULTURE

So weep not in palpable death

Keep quiet an suffer

Even without occasions

Remember some of you will go

And your bodies will be kept in cold fridges

Waiting for cravings of your bosses

I will gladly digest your debris

When the time comes

Of I go, and good luck!

GOAT, SHEEP, FOWLS AND COWS

Pu-mɛɛɛɛ!

Bɛɛɛɛ!

Qua qua qua quaaaaa!

Kokro koooo!

Muuuuuuuuuuu!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015f