INSAMADEOLOGY

Over pampered knowledge
Is now climbing the staircase of madness
When it reaches its peak
Many movements will germinate
Like strong weeds
Which fear no cutlasses, hoes
Let alone mowers

II
If fingers break through
Eyes of the expired
They are sure to call a battle for their eyes
On the grounds of hallucinations
Where sanity is banned since conception
And mobility is non-existent

III
More of everything
Hides ghosts of disadvantages
Which can turn hounding demons
With crowns justified in certification
By their creators

IV
The future of peaked creations
Is a heavenly hell
Where none can be shelved
Dogs may not go hunting for man
And shed their security posts
Because of rivalry of same minds
Lions may organize and ambush humans
Creating their world of perfection
Aided by their strength
And gifted hormones
All might want to watch out
As pigs might demand beds instead of stys
Even mosquitoes
Might file for their rights to suck blood
With no harm
Just ask yourself the favour bed bugs will possess
Human carnivores will suffer most
Who becomes the chewed?

V
Days cannot enumerate
Movements of personal rights
By creatures with human touches
Blame none then
If by the human hand
The precious gift of knowledge is lost to the ruled
Because of greed
Whose fault can that be?
Modelling horses
Monkeys with make ups
Stylish fowls
Rabbits in shoes
Goat play boys in women chase
Kingly cows commanding worshippers
Dancing snakes
Star birds
Oh I wish I could leave an eye
On the tallest tree of the future
To record the fun of ridiculed Gods
Chased by the scary feet of their creations
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 10, 2016

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