Ye who wove minds
As spiders weave their nests
Can you war bar
Pushing love in its stead?
II
Ye who made binds
As donkeys serve bests
Can you push afar
Equality in superior stead?
III
Won’t your ingredients vanish
As your name tarnish
Calling your presence to banish
With war recurring, making insults your garnish?
IV
Hanging pleas
Poisoned fleas
None sees
But heads with unseen thinking caps
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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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