As the clouds hang to rain
And the body sits in stain
When the soul sits in pain
I remember the story of Cain
What’ll eyes do when they see disdain?
Sets look doomy so tears it gain
What is painful is it is set on refrain,
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
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