THOUGHTLESS

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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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