Living in freedom
Mr. Worla knew not
The hot trousers which swallow skirts indiscriminately
II
He boils as he hears
He hears and his temper gears
It gears as it stirs his fears
III
Like a soldier, he wants to form an army
Like a god, he wants to take his sin whip
Like Bin Laden, he wants to bomb their ignorance
IV
He now knows of “Ayambor”
And knows skirts need mouth sowings
In order to be worn with little crumbs of care
V
“It is not fair” he thinks
But that is a culture somewhere as he blinks
And many of his replica do love it so give many winks
VI
Trying times
Hurtful crimes
Freedom’s chime
Does some places mime
Oh if freedom’s voice could rhyme
In all times, even those on dime
Many will be saved from atrocities so damned slimy!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
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