When the dog barks at its owner
In a fierce and ugly manner
In a mind that is in order
It risks losing its comfy shelter
And might sweat in an angry slaughter

Even if it barks in sickness
It shows its feared weakness
And risks being the red meat
Which east and west of the north
Can battle for even a little piece

Each feed is in expectation
Like the sky keeping clouds to recycle
A little disrespect
And all thoughtful aspects
Dissipate into thin air
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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