I wish I can be an arrow
Which could pierce without sorrow
And enter into brain marrows
Of those who cause humans sorrows
But I am like all
They fall and I fall
They call and I call
They stall and I stall
Shadows of shadows of shadows!
And the shadows are painful arrows!
II
What is a fight?
Why do we use claws?
How did we get claws?
We are now lions and lionesses
Tigers and tigresses
Hyenas craving left overs of carcasses
Gloom turns doom before bloom
And farmers blame the working weathers!
We need brains with wings
Brains with eagle wings
Not brains like little bird feathers
If only I could be an enlightenment arrow
On this beautiful velvety black realm!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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