Those days
When light only came from the sun rays
As fruits fed from their ripe stations
Have no living nations
II
Those days
When charms and pushing gays
With domestic care so rare
Were all a woman needed to be fair
Have gone under
As today, more need surrender
III
Eve was a blessing
Who hated her no dressing
We are interesting
Even in our no resting
Our morn calls for care duties
Then the hunt to help
Noon calls for roaming
Then the pain of thoughts
Evening calls for supper
And preparations for a near future
Of course night has its unseen duties
Of marathons of turnings and pantings
IV
We are now like Frankenstein
We have created a monster of freedom
Which has taken over our little rest
Making us workaholics with no visible acknowledgement
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) June 19, 2017.
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