Goats are animals
Animals with no known souls
Animals who mate as they want
Even so, growth is imperative
So why must thoughts of superiority
Sink so low
As to create a cage
To arrange such rage
As forcing soft green leaves
Into the burning sun?
I won’t be a weak leaf
If you push me with culture
I will grow into a flower
And not just a flower
But a flower with thorns to hunt you
My thorns will sink into your brain
By forcing my determination to live and grow
Down the greedy throat of your brains
I will learn harder
I will bring down an army of soldiers
By biting with my thorns to have you scream
I will not …
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Powerful, Amoafowaa. I admire your prolific poetry. 🙂
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Rhymes sweetness. Thank you very much.
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Very strong poem Cecilia. I think, that animals have souls too.
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Many claim they don’t.
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Maybe it is just a bad reason for treating them very bad.
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Maybe Irene. 🙂
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“Great astounding piece! This was absolutely brilliant, genius, outstanding. It was remarkably enlightening and perfectly worded!”
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Thank you Vincent. Blessings.
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I am always stunned by the strength of character you express in your poetry. This one is rising strength to power.
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And I am awed at your level of understanding where poetry is concerned. Thanks Pam.
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