UNDERTONES

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Bet
Created in a cave unknown to sun
Dances and hops like an antelope
Expecting to find its God
Fearing not its God’s heartbreaks
Gathering speed while being chased
Hurdling its moulders
Inviting panic in their home direction
Just in time it finds the sun
Kola nut’s royalty prevents it not from browning teeth
Lo and behold, sun spreads it on tongues
Moving from tongues like tofees so sweet
Never stopping, still hoping to find its God’s ears
Oppresing its moulders
Poor God walks without knowing about its creation
Queries start from confusion of faces
Reasons gather like swept rubbish
Sinking in
Taunting and haunting
Umbrella-ing the culprits
Vacating when light in eyes turn fire
Waking angers
Xylophoning for a show on hatred’s stage
Zero tolerance is a fuel for complete bombing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015