Did I see it green or brown?
Did I see it not at all?
Did I see it still or wavering?
Maybe the eyes of my sight is lost
Now I look
But I see not it
The sight sees all
But what seems lost
Like a paint eaten by its sheet
Its debris remains just pain
Ashes blow in wind
Where did this ash land?
In the mouth of the icy?
In the fires of hell?
Or in the soul of myth?
I call you out
Mr. Afedo!
I shout your name
Mr. Afedo!!
I scream it out
Mr. Afedo!!!
Only the fowls it bred respond
In the solitude of pain
In tongues of beaks
Its root lying struck by stroke
Its seeds fragile with nothing
When the bell of death rings
All who hear heed
I guess
Very sad
This worthlessness of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
Title inspired by Mr. Eric Borti
Dedicated to Mr. Afedo, a former colleague who passed on yesterday,  June 13, 2016.
May his gentle soul rest in perfect peace

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