A TRAP TO KILL

We have lived to finally see
What youthful limbs have fixed as bill
And presented to cheering hands as fee
Sums which aim for nothing but to kill

II
Now the lions’ masks have finally fallen
Showing clearly their frame of donkeys
As the sheeps’ paint erase appalling
To show lions and hyenas’ breed with whips for monkeys

III
No sweet bile lives in a chicken
But real chicken’s bile is oh so small
In the belly of our dear fancied chicken
We see the bile overtake the liver in our mouths which are oh so small

IV
Our suns are killed
Our pockets, beheaded
The mouths so skilled
Are to Regret Town headed

V
Foods are fetched into stomachs of the satisfied
Terror hands are being pulled
Into realms of peace unquantified
Minds now know they are being fooled?

VI
Trusted thumbs are itching
They are bruised and in curse
They cry out for even quack doctors’ stitching
So they can dive to fix red moons in sky’s purse
Will that ever be reachable?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016