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POETRY

NOT YOURS TO SELL (IN SONG)

As the waters flow

Under loads so low

As tree leaves dance

In higher glance

Stop the hawk and sell

All sympathies quell

Ring happy, happy bells

 

CHORUS

We are fire

Here on hire

Our greed is desire

Which is pain’s lair

We are birds

Without beds

Flying to doom

Oblivion, oblivion is in loom

 

II

No need to grab a seat

In your feet deceit

Grab a working coat

And carve a life boat

For when the storms are high

No hands will fall from sky

Never, never leave your future dry

 

CHORUS

We are fire

Here on hire

Our greed is desire

Which is pain’s lair

We are birds

Without beds

Flying to doom

Oblivion, oblivion is in loom

 

III

Sing to make it ring

Cling to make it fling

Life is a standing pole

Beneath is a hungry bowl

You are your climbing tool

Don’t be a fear-stuck fool

Fall, fall, fall when you tire in desire

CHORUS

We are fire

Here on hire

Our greed is desire

Which is pain’s lair

We are birds

Without beds

Flying to doom

Oblivion, oblivion is in loom

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 25, 2016

By amoafowaa

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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