I heard the deafening silence
Of the shocked New Year,
In the belly of a hall called mall
Which sits on the streets of Accra,
Right before its first day’s neck
Touched the knife of the dreary executioner
II
A deafening silence which spoke volumes
Into ears which deflected the messages
And caused my mouth to open like a manhole
Dugged by the strong muscles of a mighty volcano
Causing questions erections which caught my affection
Why are unyoked humans artificially yoking themselves
In a web of chaos which smiles at the mischief
Being given on a platter of gold?
III
Why are hands of devils
Stroking lonely hearts as stooges for crumbs
Which numb egos only to pile hurts for the knowing future
Turning innocent days evil for the paranoia of their hosts?
Why are so many beautiful temples unveiled
Going around rather than waiting for their congregation
To bath, dress cleanly and leave shoes and sandals
On their frontal doors before entering?
IV
Even the sharp sword of time
Did not cause the New Day to shout so loud
Like the desperation which lived on the bodies of murderous celebrants
Even the autumn years of the day
Could hardly fathom the quanta of energy which cried out
In languages unspoken
The human source with ingredients of fun lovers
Robbers, scammers, great talents,
Expensive goods and foods, family, friends, lonely hearts
And deep-holed-paraders had to be left untouched
By this nosey thoughts which sat on the wings of its uncle
To listen to what others refuse to hear
Before the blood of the New Day spilled in 2016
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
(Inspiration by human watching with my uncle Ebenezer Banafoe at the Accra Mall on January 1, 2016. Photo credit by pulse.com.gh )
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