Rains are digging trenches
On needy benches
Stirring the innocent ground
To interrupt the vision of itchy mouths

Suns are heating water
Waking vapours to the loiter
Generating sweat on tan crazed fans
Who parade on crowded shores

Thunders have lost their lanes
Cracking stomachs in their mains
Forcing belching to lose its way
Through a channel which many decay

Airs turn winds and turn tsunamis
Dust turn soil and turn mud
Rains turn water and turn flood
Faith turn fate and turn state
Life goes on nevertheless
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September 28, 2016

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