FOWL’S FOUL PLAYING

Things are knocking things
Making humanity more laughable
If spiders build human houses
And dogs build webs
If ants stay in caves
As lions stay in anthills
I guess creation will turn upside down

II
Here we are
Drawing many a bar
Some hens pretend to be cocks
Some cocks pretend to be hens
As madness draws its curtains on decency
Crowning atrocities in open kingdoms

III
Fancy a cock-like hen
Crowing at dawn with its voice
Which lacks harmony with nature
And chasing after cocks
Like real cocks chase after hens
Trying so hard to discard them
Like its displaced feather each day
Imagine
Just imagine
Agyawaadwo!
Can’t cocks be cocks
And hens, hens?

IV
Fancy a cock-like hen
Pretending to have no charm
Concealing its hearts’ harm
Making no qualms
About their conquests
Despicable!
Agyawaadwo!
Can’t cocks be cocks
And hens, hens?

V
Fancy a cock-like-hen
In apparel befitting cocks
Parading about in the midst of cocks
Anouncing its desires for cocks
And its hatred of chickens
When it owns no pump
And tries to hide its barrel
Agyawaadwo!
This humanity stinks

VI
What about the hen-like-cocks
Who love to imitate hens to the tee
Their gait reflecting hens in mockery
Forgetting they can never lay eggs
Let alone hatch
Who mocks the creator this way?
Agyawaadwo!

VII
Fancy hen-like-cocks
Desiring real cocks and vice versa
Agyawaadwo!
We have managed to turn down the sky
As the earth rolls unsuccessfully up
Chaos upon chaos upon chaos!
Agyawaadwo!
Commas now start sentences
As full stops chase every alphabet
Still I have no understanding of happenings
Agyawaadwo!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016