I thought only noses of the earth
Drugged deep by rats and mice
Caused hunters to rear smoke
To sneeze out deli-meats
Little did I know some heads are rat holes
Hoarding abominants
So owners light their mouths
To sneeze their fall
II
How heads have turned “muchia”
To cook brains into highness
Bleach mouths into coal
And eyes into blood-balls
By the abled fan of holes for edibles
Is above my share of Twereduampong’s knowledge
III
Manifestations of some “lighted heads”
Clearly show works for Pantang
As crowns mark kings, only this time, in non-reverence
Yet many fuel its gas of need
Becoming seeds for guttered minds
Soiling the future’s up-beings meant for driving nations
Definitely their stations
IV
They say words on books rush into heads without efforts
Their legs moving like comfortable sneakers
When the head is high
They say the waist get wings to grow huge trees for pounding hidden sweetners
When the head is high
They say the mouth opens in braveness
As commanders leading their troops
When the head is high
So they preach on
To soil the blood and waters
And light heads for a great boosting
V
A rotten tooth digs under neighbouring teeth
He who knows no death should watch sleeping faces
We cook or roast to eat or use not to seat to cheat
Let those with holed-ears hear
That the smoke and coke can choke brilliance
And brand our shaking labour hands lepers
With no visible fingers to proceed in succession
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) June 26, 2017
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