It’s sad, those pushed to school
Are mostly those who learn to fool
Eventually acting as many a stool
And being used as many a tool
II
It’s sad, those who has heads
Make the many beds
For those who know no sheds
To hurt the gentle with many reds
III
It’s a horror
Which starts with a terror
I guess we all need a mirror
To quench this “tehorror”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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