POETRY

IN THE HANDS OF THE POWERFUL

Post author By amoafowaa
Post date October 3, 2015
2 Comments on IN THE HANDS OF THE POWERFUL

God is not a 419 Nigerian
To cook sand into singletons
And send to eyes of the helpless
To plant and bear tear fruits
So as to steal a thing of a pained blind

II
He who plants tears
Havests tears even without eyelids or cheeks
Even repentance is like a heated rod
In a frozen hand
It melts the ice until the hand is normal
For God is a reasonable God
He is no blind forgiver
He is no crazed man waiting to win
He is awesome like He should
And knows no scamming
Just so you know
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, CRIMINALS, GOD, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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