Could you be just name and fame?
Could your spirit be all fake and lame?
Why will you and your sons
Replace your taste form slaves to leopards?
Did you not know what leopards were
Did you not know leopards never give their paws freely?
Or did you plan a huge royal massacre?
Were the seers not able to see properly?
Could it be the communicators wanted a royal ridicule?
And supposing you were “tafrakye” drunk
Couldn’t the priesthood have hinted you in your sanity?
Who would atone for the slayed slaves of unfortunacy?
Penkye Otu, are you just a god who incites to kill?
Could you be all paint and weapons?
A god, a god you are said to be
A god who raises questions
Could it be you are what many fear to say?
Fake?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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