PRAYER OF GOSSIP

God,

I call

I,

Your creation,

Planted on black sands, call

I thought loamy grows best

But apparently, I thought wrong

II

We shine in light,

Oh what beauty!

Why then do mine portray their minds

Like their bodies of doom

Only, the minds shine not but destroy, maim! Kill!

III

God,

I call

And I call through none

But my mouth

Who knows which god sparks fire

On this black sand?

Looking around in fear

IV

Why?

Why do we reason the way we do?

What was used to wire some of our brains?

What is the river that flood our thoughts?

Of what use is a creation so mostly beastly made?

Please don’t say I blaspheme!

V

Just watch the black side

Please watch the black side

Without batting an eye

From carnivorous sicknesses

To carnihumanorous thoughts

Which actually eat souls

And scatter their bodies

In thoughts of poverty psychosis

Oh bestial psychosis!

VI

Never have I seen

A good old man sit

As his roof burns

With lit fire from those from his groin

Without so much as a squeak from him

And I am told you are Almighty Father!

Ironic?

VII

As I look into the sky

Seeing not your face but clouds

I ask that you separate the humans from the savages

On this continent

I can’t be here, seeing all these

Make me a green person instead of black

Make me blue if you like

Make me violet even

And save me the shame of this black skin

If you can’t separate the savages from the humans

VIII

Why? Why you ask?

Because there is no peace

There is eternal unrest

As this chaos subsides

Another rises

This realm sees no calm

It is as though we attract horror

If our thoughts don’t cause it

Viruses and others do

What is Africa?

Must we take the first three alphabets

And add “aid” to define us?

You know it all, I’m told

So what was your plan with us?

IX

Take us or make us think!

Bake us or quench this stink!

Lord, this is a prayer of gossip

And I care not if my name garnishes it

Just act please!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015