If you fear overtakings
Because the foundations of your birthings
Shake like the grounds
Being walked on by elephants uncountable
Take no guns to bully the blacks
Wake your forefathers
Wake them from their accursed graves
To send them back to their roots
To make them the royals they were born to be
To give them the identities they lost to serve
To give them the paths that years erased
Then like a myth
They will vanish from your sights

If you feel wronged to live with them
Forget not their forefathers
Who were grinded like black vegetables
And appeared red like grounded pepper
For their juices of hardwork to garnish
The wealths which make you walk like peacocks
In a pagent with baboons …
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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