WHEN TROUBLES CALL

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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s