POETRY

PIGS WILL BE PIGS

Once a pig was born in a sea
Making fishes bring it up to fish be
When the pig was grown and wise
It broke chains to be on land

II
All the dirt was its to take
All the gutters was its to shake
All the dumpsters were his pool so cool
That its visit to the seas
Poisoned their flawless meals

III
They would bath
And dip it in spring water
They would bribe it
To just stay in
But nothing could free its mind from dirt
And so the lesson visited their heads
That pigs will always be the pigs they are
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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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