DOOMED?

As the clouds hang to rain

And the body sits in stain

When the soul sits in pain

I remember the story of Cain

II

What’ll eyes do when they see disdain?

Sets look doomy so tears it gain

What is painful is it is set on refrain,

Again?

III

Is there a thought bin?

Which knows no recycling of sin?

And can dispose it all with their many a pin?

Because this is a terrible sin of a kin

IV

Change din dongs to dong dins

I need all sins scaled like fish and fins

This sour bitter taste of conscience and dins

Need to leave for the soul to claim all wins

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015