Like a sheep grazing a green field
Like a lion fishing through much antelope meat
Like hawks in the midst of wingless fowls
Like a saint sitting on thoughts of God
Minds wish for slates of perfect abundance
With no thoughts of who gets hurts
From grass to fowls
All know feelings of pain
Who must suffer for who to gain?
That some bear the demonstrative which
Does not mean “whos” are those with souls
Selfishness must send itself into its dug sea
And turn lone swimmer from North to West
So none bothers to see its bragging
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(Picture: Google pictures)
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