Woe
Onto
Men
Engaged in
Naught
Like seeds forming trees before fruits
Which then give back seeds, nothing comes easy
Like leaves swaying their heads, not all is breezy
Sponge needs to work with soap and water
In order to be freed from the thick claws of palm-oil
Ask Ananse who climbs to build and mostly waits to trap
What it takes to trap a single fly
II
We live to be praised
Flowers so raised
We live to feel
The air so real
Thorns are the guards
We are the treasures
Treasures calling on strength
Treasures with mind pleasures
But we can take no slackers
Nor mind hackers
III
Like fragile cocks in comparison to lions
Our voices still wake whole fierce nations
Like giant rocks
We are those climbed to see earth’s shores
Like loves bait for the heart’s ratings
We dive into Cupid’s seas
To bring hidden fishes
A run for the race
A show of our faces
Then risks have fallen
And lost at sea
Our fees,
Looking well to dive and retreat
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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