Labour in downpours
Caging and taking lives
And the living cries foul?
Who makes sweet love
By pushing bottles, polythenes and tins
Into its wombs?
They too have ends
Wait! What’s with the buildings
Usurping water heads
By the aid of hands so feeble and at risk?
Humans are death baits!
Then why do we cry?
If hands will be the workers
Clearing the wombs of the gutters
These flood shivers will vanish
As lives get rain to replenish
Take a cue and let me take a cue
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015