When a yard is given
Extending to a mile is a given
Then some come in needful farm
Regardless of the harm
II
When a gate widely opens
Even mosquitoes can turn royals
Dictating to owners when to sleep and what to keep
Of course the malaria virus becomes a necessary tag
III
Draw a needle for your poor pest
And it will turn into an axe
Give a knife to your foe
And it will metamorphose into a machete
Make tears quench the thirst of a dying in drought
And he will be sure to drive on your pain
For your eyes to always rain
IV
We have given more than necessary
Now we forget the owners we are
In our love to serve
In the end
We are dancing clowns
On a stage set by blood so precious
Blood of our ancestors
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) June 24, 2017
2 replies on “WHEN A YARD IS GIVEN”
This is a very nice poem. My hairs stand up despite english is not my native language.
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Thank you very much.
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