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
Mum Cee 