RULERS

There is a reason
Muscles grow on breakable voices
There is a reason
Chests flatten in hardened choices
There is a reason
Chins are visited by weeds
Which can scare or be trimed to call for care
Onyankopon Tweadeampong is never a slack
His creations never lack tact

II
How else would there be hunters
To hunt to feed
When eggs become too heavy to carry?
How else would the sack of life
Strapped as load for life
Be carried into devinity?
How else would there be charm
Well, some to cause harm
And others to sound cool alarms?

III
Oh heads turned mostly by necks
You have the eyes
To light to lead
You have the nose
To breathe to live
You have the mouth
To eat to feed
You have the ears
To listen in direction
Above all the creatures seen
No wonder society crowned you king
King of this jungular earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September 3, 2016