WHEN A YARD IS GIVEN

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

Tags Africa, NEO-COLONIALISM, POVERTY

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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