If the winds destroy the umbrella
And the elephant finishes all the grassy trees
And the cock pecks all the worms and crumbs
And the eagle eats the cock
Do remember
Still the naked land stands
II
The naked land will stand
Disgraced
Like a queen caught by prostitution law
Of an unforgiving god
As stones from rejected lovers
Leave Indelible scars
On her once fresh and fertile frame
III
The naked land will still stand
Like a waterless well
Which once quenched the thirst
Of all throats
Watching helplessly like a prisoner
As thirst drags its beings
Into holes of hell
IV
The naked land will still stand
Like a farm turned dessert sand
Hating itself for killing its own
When it turns into the hands of the winds
To slap its children
Through noses to lungs
V
The naked land will still stand
Like a clown
In the middle of a lively town
Wearing the shameless gown
Of naught
Dancing to the ridicules of draftsmen
Whose happy palms get greased
Thanks to their apt predictions
And history ascribtions
VI
The naked land will still stand
Sold cheaply off to some maniacs
To use as a rubbish damp
With fetuses so famished
Fishing through dirt to see daylight
VII
It behoves the grasses
Of today
To protest in protection
By putting minds in correction
In positive reaction
Uprooting inaction
To soar the land’s production
To let nature do transactions
Of changing generations
Minds open to thinking
Wake!
Know the land will still stand
Damned and disgraced
Or Great and glorious
Your acts today
Making the choice of tomorrow
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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