They plucked stars
From their skies
Like unripe mangoes from their trees
And sent them to their dark earth
To polish them in light
One star after another
Brought greed for more
As pluckers turned merchants
After turning some stars hunters of good stars
Their own flesh and blood!

Parading bright stars on dirty markets
Like fake goods with great essence
It afforded them time to sit in collection of wealth
As alcohol dug rails in their throats
Through to their stomachs
Dodging cruelty which they should have washed down
The aisle of their rears

They dug pain gutters in feminine stars for their pleasure
Beautiful stars who they deemed monkeys
Breaking their hearts in their drunken lust
Using them like soaps to wash themselves
Caring not about their fading status

Breaking no sweats, they tortured
Using just heads, they rode on backs of stars
Claiming to be moons when they were just magnified pigs
After the stars polished their earths and made them bright
And their generations met and loved their ‘perceived’ rights
They seek to be rid of the stars who made their rights

Stars shine bright
Black stars shine in development making their lights hidden assets
What will these pigs do after throwing off generations
Whose back paths have been deserted into desserts?
Who shows them their back paths blocked by cruelty and greed?

They think they will be free after the stars leave
They don’t know their sluggishness are inherited
And their works will remain in their heads
With no executionists
If they are left without traces of the stars their cruel ancestors grazed
From the sky which awaits its revenge
Sanity now will beget anguish
And anguish will turn inherited masters slaves
Slaves of pesewas needing the whips
Whips their ancestors missed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
Picture credit: Google pics

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


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