Hunting dog in the wild
Never think you are human child
When the hunt clears
And its game fulls
Bones will be your portion

If the hunting zeros
And games turn tables
You will be the first to fall
As your master flees
Forgetting you were a part of the whole

If the going gets tough
And your Savannah lord gets rough
Know your carcass will turn meat
And your bones will meet glad teeth
Teeth of your master

So by all means wag your tail
Without fail
When fingers snap
Until it wraps
If you have no mind at work
All I have for you is good luck
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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