You saintly quacking parrot
Sit on your legs
On the biggest tree of the land
And look at all like a slug on a couch
Watching a tragedy on a giant screen
And quack like tongues of a quack pastor
Who even knows not what he says
Remember there is a sea which feeds your tree
So when the foul air calls for a tsunami
All things will suffer and so will your tree
You see the dirty linens wash their owners
With soaps of deceit and darkness of clearance
You know the canoes being ridden by seas
Upon the instruction of abled hands
You know the bullets
So sit on your legs and quack like a duck
Won’t we all feel the heat of the sea?
Won’t we all feel the anger of the waves?
Won’t we all see the spears of the tsunamis?
Quack and quack and quack and quack
But know your saliva will crave the waters
Even before the seas swallow us whole
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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