NOT ALONE

When tough times are mandated to reign

As horrors get the stage to feign

And saviours hung in unreachable skies

As doubt tells unimaginable lies

Pause

Look like an owl because

Life is a knife

Whenever unpleasantness rife

So strive to thrive

Live in spirits well alive

Like the cry-laughing child

Who knows no wild

Your parents sit on mythical thrones

And are blocking all your murderous stones

With eyes like the hawk

Around the clock

No matter the statures and their form-like gawk

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Image: Google pics)

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