HE WHOM SUMMER BURNS

He whom summer burns
Seeks shelters under rivers
When winter’s sun calls for setting

II
He whom winter “pneu-moans”
Stooges under the skirt of summer
Crying fie on winter as he gathers dry woods

III
None needs light to see flames
When darkness sits on its sky throne
“akyekyede akyi” fears no cane
But “akyekyede” fears a cane entering its gates

IV
Guns can kill in
Hands of the demented
As cigarette fire lights
Never caring, in leaves so dry
And cause all to be affected

V
I sit
I watch
I speak
To touch
Though with words bended
Wise ears get the flow
Let those holding the reins
Take caution
Lest, the horse becomes the whipper
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015h