CRASHING AMERICA (CRAZY STANZAS)

You were beautiful

Your coconuts’ early openings just wonderful

Your need to lead 

Overbearing but powerful

Why do you now look pitiful?

II

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

III

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

IV

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?

V

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

VI

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 

VII

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