I hear sounds
Dancing like dew all around
I feel bounds
Crying like attention seekers, to be found
And I am astonished

I feel fear
Gathering, like seas, much tears
I feel cheer
Taunting, like pain, all the queers
And I am perplexed

I smell conflicts
Ready, like doped soldiers,  to conflict
I see anger’s war fits
Ready to afflict
And chaos rings heart wrenching bells of defeat and triumph

But who cares about these?
A new day cries like a newborn
“Hey! Ho! Stay we pray!
No rhyme is needed here
We need all hands to yoke in praise
We need all eyes to lock whipping mouths to smile
We need weak hearts to hug strong chests
Until darkness puts its cloth on us
In the arms of nightly beds
Smiling like a super god at our warrior deeds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

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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