RESURRECTED SINS

sin

 Dead sins resurrect

When their children call collect

They have a perpetual connect

Their catalyst, one who sternly inspect

II

Marrying your sins

And procreating in sealed tins

Make them grow fins

Like live fishes with strong resting wings

III

As cool rains on heated days

A sin child covers shame decays

But does dug deep and cooks betrays

While stocking and drying more fire hays

IV

All they need is a call to feed

They break tins to succeed

By killing prestige, honour and trust seed

With the bitings of their breed

V

As you think of keeping them

You are strengthening their stem

You think you are still firm

They thicken the shame to make you squirm

VI

When their hays catch fire

Their fins get wire

To whip in the fire

Burning their creator to extinct in their desire

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

 

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