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WHEN THE TRANQUILS ARE TOUCHED

Lying cool under the shaded sky

Like the almost dead who knows no pain

It gives no clue as to what is new

Until the sky sends its tears by

Not only are her eyes detected

Her hands and legs kick

As their complaints are heard from far

Oh what can happens 

When tranquil waters are touched!

II

Lying cool under the shaded sky

Like a foolish bloodless animal

It sheds no quill as to what it feels

Until pickaxes dig with their mouths to its skin rig

Then you hear the sound of pain

From the mouth of the earth

Even the rains cause it to shake its head

With sounds unnatural

Oh what can happen

When tranquil lands are touched!

II

If hands or sticks

Hit not the surface of the drum

It cries not

Then again, its cries can be skilfully made

To move feet in directions desirable

Its opposite and we have a deafening disaster

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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