Mouths of challenges smile mischievously
Even when their hurricanes dance
With beasts of chaos
Brother of mine
Walk through its fires
And be its king
II
Words which walk through the taunting mouths if troubles
Can scatter brains as the mad scatters in insanity
Brave hearts allow the noise
Knowing blessed breezes are on the way to calm
Heart of a being
Beat to their rhythms until they fall to follow your tune as subjects
III
There is no virgin pain
Years have pushed beings into them
And have made all that hurt hearts prostitutes
Like leaves on a tree
Some endure as some fall
Sister of mine, wake from the torture
IV
As you cry in your sighs
Some are paralyzed by pain
But will work to walk through
Or die trying
The world treats us like fowls
Be skillful in dodging
Or fall into saucepans of delicacies
Enjoyed by tongues of mortal enemies
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Jan. 19, 2017
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