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)

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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