A TRAVELLER’S FEAR

A traveller’s fear
Is to walk into his death trap
With own feet
And with no chasing from an enemy

II
A travellers fear
Is to be bitten
By the cruel teeth of vehicular bones
As her buttocks cuddle its sofas

III
A traveller’s fear
Is to be trapped in the nets of deceit
And be possessed by kidnappers
Like fishermen cast their nets
Into waters with food to trapped fishes

IV
A traveller’s fear
Is to shed tears of discomfort
Smoked by weed smokes from noses of windpipes
And be polluted for humanal warning
Like global warming
Scaring body parts like Satan’s fires of hell promising burnings eternal

V
A traveller’s fear
Is to be made non existent
By the handiwork of another man
To feel thirst where waters are chased into the urban
To be pinched by hunger where foods show only on mind screens
To be called by nature
When the inanimate house for travels
Speed at its master’s order
A travellers fear
Too many to list
But he leaves when he is called
Non dies in another’s stead without repercussions
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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