Almost gone are the days
When good songs told stories
Stories of morals and uprightness
And were whips for wayward consciences
To run to the right paths
II
Almost gone are the days
When rivers of wisdom
Flowed into empty wells of youth
To seal the future of morality and discipline
Eternal darkness is falling on a sun zone
III
Almost gone are the days
When the elderly had his space
And the young served into the promotion of growth
The order now crumbles under rights with fearsome weapons
Oh generation where honey drips from metal bees!
What will your future be?
IV
Spaniard immorality on make-believe screens
Blood sisters always ready
Like dogs
To fight over a pestle
Using their ready mortars as baits
Our ancestors weep the plague of incestuous longing!
Our people covet the realm Where love corrodes sanity
And madness cancels sacrilege
Eagles now walk as pigs dream to fly
I wish I had future eyes to see the end
Of this looming tragedy
V
Clothes of nakedness
Covering none yet sold in gold
Paintings of sand
Changing none yet sought in bold
Claws of horror
Loved for their error
Of incapacitating fingers
Rings on fingers
Strings that linger
If there is a God
His judgement books will need years to travel
To get immortal lawyers
To read to defend
VI
I am but an eye with no audible mouth
I am but a pen with not many students
I am but a little soul lost in a poor bowl
On a ship that sinks on this sea of life
I am like an unpleasant passing air
What can I do but scribble their wriggle
On a major morality day?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Feb. 26, 2017
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Thanks bunches.
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