I know you swallow it all
Green or brown in lastly fall
Weak or strong when they’re slashed by the “amuntum” call
A call of croaks from the throat of “Yaamoa Owuo”
Is conscience lacking you
Or you lack the pit to carry its pot?
Who eats the little bitter mangoes
When ripe ones open their arms in embrace?
Are you a psychotic beast
Taking vessels with strength and leaving the fragile?
Or you are like a carnivorous vampire
With no scruples when any bone show some meat?
I am on a quest
To god of yours request
So I can sit on you and prevent you to rest
Until I see to your arrest
Making sure you have no sick breasts to suckle
For taking what was un-hatched
I say fie!
I curse your ladder
And await with white apparel
For the day you fall into the mouth of your god
Death! Thou shall painfully and slowly die!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
(Wrote this for my young student who died and is being buried today. May his gentle soul rest in perfect peace)