A little wind blew
On a sandy ground
Shaking the foundation of its building
The shaking fell the building
Instead of falling back on land
The ceiling got in between like grass
In an elephant and grass-land fight
Now the land and roofing stifle the ceiling
And society watches
Doing little but talks where much reigned
II
Blood of character leaves the ceiling
Strength of their creators stunting their growing
Where are eyes and minds in a pride and ego fight?
Probably busy on a vacation
Sad
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 10, 2016