A step forward
Ten steps lost
What time has been slow to wash
Now sit in filth
Filth worse than it had seen
Being fanned by flies
Oh knives of division cuts through humanity
And like a melting cake
It gives way to wailing wishes
Guarded by suppressing bombs

Tales are told upon tales
Tails of humanity now fan flames of hatred
Crowns meant for smiles
Now sit to cut deep into flesh
Sucking blood of hosts
Turning vampires to scatter bodies

My ma told me teeth know better
To bite into fingers which feed
Troubling Rivers
Usurping Mercy
Pinching peace

Fingers will now point at eachother
Asking in rhetoric whose fault fled here the misfortune train
Who mistook the metallic bird for a flexible eagle?
Who killed sanity and woke insanity?
Who mandated the hand that draws these lines?
Lines of unfairness
Lines calling for blood
Lines of games refereed by death!
It must be the yearning of few
Few shadows multiplied by rays of light
Aided by darkness to confuse soldiering eyes
Still the waves sleep
Leaving the ship to sit in dancing
As its travelers pray for winds
To blow it to the quarter of change
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) January 30, 2017

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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