BLOWN OUT

Ignoramuses have no armours
Paramount is their thoughtly deceits
Amounting to their failure and
disappointments
Like a miser who thinks God needs money
Like a stranger who thinks different countries are heavens
Like a snail who thinks itself a tortoise
Ignoramuses are dead sticks waiting for fire
In ashes, their brains act in duress
As their voices are drowned in the power of winds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

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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