When you see guinea fowls whispering
Hiding the pitchy voices they use in irritation
Know they are cooking an abominable meal
Using the absence of an unsuspecting
As their ingredients
To throw at them indirectly
Through the most cruel of ways
After all animals in the kingdom
Have tasted its bitterness

When you see
dogs snooping
Like famished cocaine addicts scenting their dope
Know there are legs they seek to please
By doing all they can
To present something of delight
To be patted on their heads
To feel wanted for a brief while

When you see parrots
In cages on trees
Cranning their necks in stretch
Like giraffes
Know they seek something worthy to report
Hoping to be free from impossible imprisonment

None of these munafikis get their crowns forever
Like Frankenstein Monsters
They end up hanged by their own handiworks
Their achievements being their concoctions
Of ill words to cook the innocent
So by all means leave them be
Leave them to cook their ills
Until they end up fried
In their own cooking pots
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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