You were beautiful
Your coconuts’ early openings just wonderful
Your need to lead
Overbearing but powerful
Why do you now look pitiful?
Most of your children now roam
Roam the forest of doom
Leaving the street of morals
Because a cane on a skin
Draws your judges’ hammer,
Your youngs now fly with flawed wings
Most of your animals lick your mouths
Oh haven’t you now turned their gods?
Worshipping them in rights
When they are here to help us grow or serve
Funny how you make dogs eat cows
When left in the ring they stand no chance
What is this about granting freedom
For all beings to smoke out their lungs
With weeds harsh in highness?
And you complain of chaos
In your heavenly hell?
And what is this about becoming body gods
Giving mortars to replace standing pestles?
Don’t you fear to answer?
When your God calls
And show your deeds on walls?
Holy demons who covet the uncoveting
Eyes of heavens watch
Ha! The breaker of the donkey’s back comes in
Rears turn pleasure stirs
For human sticks which spew lives
Toys aid and abet queer bearers
And you sit to write in mock support
What are you now turned?
Certainly not human but demons of selves
America your car is crashing
Hold on to Africa or fall alone
All these impositions to be like you
All your charm which attract our young
Know they are bad sicknesses we seek to cure
And when we finally do
Your sure will crash alone
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
Image: Google pics