Water left untouched for long, stinks
Foods rebel by punishing noses
When left for long
But some people need plain words
To decipher the little words
From the mouth of this small calabash
Knowledge must be a fountain
Flowing for all to see
And filling the holes beneath
Only to flow up and go down again
To restart the cycle
But most three leggeds have turned into one way streams
Aren’t you bored?
Brown wilting leaves
Sit on tall knowledge stools
Scaring green ones off the podiums
When their holes are dug,
Prepared and waiting to receive their leftovers
Don’t be bored
Is there a school beneath?
No, no no, just tell me
Are there higher institutions and organisations beneath?
There must be!
Maybe, just maybe,
There might be ambitious worms waiting to tap
From knowledge untapped
To spare the brains from rotting
If not, then I can’t understand the waste!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015