Gone are the bright Saturdays
Where pots danced on happy heads
As giggles followed gay girls
Like their shadows to streams
And hot gossips coloured their tongues like “alewa”
Now the streams mostly come to them
Following their instructions to flow
Oh Clever gods!!!

Gone are the anxious hunters
Those who yearned for their first “tiabrofre”
To get the antelopes to make shy girls theirs
Now few hunt to feed
As most games come home by themselves
To be used as feeds
Even the soil tastes not
What it does give
Oh gods of Cruel traps!!!

Gone are the parks
Which deserved the bare feet of “ampe”
And loved the showmanship of strength
To woo and cower
Gone are its mischiefs of dark
Where dark shadows hid to sing their hearts out
As some dug holes to mark their own
And some birthed under naked skies
Oh fading Pure Loving gods!!!

Gone are pure “Maame ne Paapa”
When motherly instincts were installed
As boy fathers learned to protect their kinds
By watching the realities on ground
Never seeing what goes on behind covers
To dare to role-play
Oh ye dying Good Parenting gods

Gone are the gallant suns
Who splashed rivers
To flex their muscles,
The matured moons
Who shone so bright with the help of their stars
Gone are the giggly stars
Who docked behind clouds and loved their skies
Now everything is commanded
By thoughts and papers
As coveteousness flirts
With minds of needers
Mourn the loss!!!
Like a powerful chief who has fallen
Mourn the loss!!!
For your happy properties have tasted death
Mourn the loss!!!
Your future generations will read and never feel
Mourn the loss!!!
You are part of its murderers
As I am
Mourn the loss!!!
It may never be recovered
Mourn the loss!!!
It really did bring love and harmony
To a once happy earth
So I mourn
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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