
The code of souls was breached
When I saw the gates of death
Being torn by many who morality preached
When their swords of advice wore their breath
In hidden and opened quarters of their sons
As they pushed me through by cruel runs
II
I felt the lighting slaps of hands
And bore the gruesome breaks of stones
I felt the painful hits of sticks
And the bruising peels of blocks
I felt the fleeing pins of dust
None showed a friendly sight
But I stood and was blinded by the pain of loss
Which mine would feel at the sight of my last days
III
I prayed the chaos would rise to slap
And not form a cane or a death slab
I prayed to be the end of the crap
And be the line of enlightened map
I go home with shame of honour
With national lessons as my banner
Let minds be opened
As hearts see more of the need for thoughts
Even in our monstrous brutism
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 9th June 2017 in honour of Major Maxwell Adam Mahama who was wrongly killed through mob justice on May 29, 2017.
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