As to how we got here
I do not know
Except that, like a sun awoken in the night
I am burning my eyes but there is no heat in sight
How eagles have now turned hawks
And catching little chicks to far away trees
Which needs days and days of travel
Beats my mind’s pot to a pulp
What is their motive?
Do they not see the fully grown fowls?
Don’t they think of the beaky tongues of their future olds?
What will they feed on when their times travel to their growth?
They catch the fragiles and spill their wombs
They catch the fragiles and squash their lives
They catch the fragiles and waste their lives
Their meats uneatable
Their blood irreplaceable
Their ghosts unnoticeable
Their loss unforgettable
You chickens who stray from parental advice
Try knowing the world more
Eagles turned domestic hawks
Heal yourselves and have some brains!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
(Wrote this after a senior high school girl died of complications of abortion. I just hope the men or boys will have some thoughts to help them grow instead of destroying them, and I also wish the girls will think of themselves more)