Most cocks walk comb high
As hens dig for worms
When they spot a hawk
And crow for cover
Their wings become gods of shelter
Ordering for variety hens in roosting
Why can’t cocks lay few eggs?
Why can’t cocks lay few eggs
And sit hungry to heat to hatch?
Why can’t cocks hatch their chicks
And have whining followings
In worry and work?
Why can’t cocks be the chased
And have the job of running for chastity?
Why can’t cocks?
Why cant cocks?
Why can’t cocks wail to notify the world
Of all matches played and scored
Into anal bursting eggs?
It isn’t fair
How easily, they, in freedom fly
Oh what a knot on our many nots!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016