ME

 Me,
I am the metal in the bell
Me,
I am the cause of the ding
Without me,
There won’t be a hearing of the dong
I am the ding and the dong
The don of the bell
Never think of having me sold

II
Me,
I am the sound of the voice
Me,
I am the caller of the tunes
Me, I am the noise of choice
Without me,
There can be no call or act
I am the voice of all
I am the hey and the hi

III
Me,
I am the colours in the sky
Me,
I am the blues and the white
Me,
I am the travelling and stuck
Without me
Skies’ face cannot be read or seen
I am the complexion of the sky
I am the mirror which suits all warriors
I am the dim and the bright
The cold and the warm
The bosser of the bosses

IV
Stand aside
Stagnant air
You are you, one murdered and rooted
None can stop a whirlwind
Not to talk of a tsunami
I am like the force that drives tsunamis
Part from my route or perish in extinction
I am me
Not an “I Am That I Am”
But the I am whiles I’m here
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
[16:11, 21/05/2015]