We are what we need to be
When needs to be, be
We are who we need to see
When needs to see, see
We are our lions and lionesses
Hunting this jungle in shadows definitive of us
We are soldier ants
Making our own frames walking anthills
Creating holes which send invitations
To passers by, wanderers and pursuers
II
We are why we run
When needs to run, run
We are where we plan
When needs to plan, plan
We are chickens on the ground
But peacocks on mounds made by ground-hands
And we order, in roaring, porcupines
To fire arrows into ladders
Which aided our climb
Why?
III
We are those openers
When needs to open, open
We are the leading voices
When needs to listen, listen
We are antelopes in our beautiful haven
But struggle to be rats in far caves
Smoked and chased
Caught and skinned
In our own audience divided in agreement
Then again why?
IV
We are the reason we reason
When reasons to reason, reason
We are the sky we need
When needs for clouds and suns dawn
We are our own thunders
Shaking our very foundations in alien call
Pushing over our buckets to wheel mud into our waters
How can the nation chew fingers whose veins connect to its heart?
V
Ever seen the beautiful clamouring for monstrous masks?
Ever seen a well wishing to be a sewage tank?
Ever seen the virgin in youth
Hoping to be a raped dumped on the desert of old?
Maybe we are sleepy angels in horrid fantasies
In a heaven penned to trap
Hoping for the author to lead
Not caring where the lead ends
We listen to the birds chirp
The dogs bark
The cats meow
The crickets cry
But we hear not the crows of cocks
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 28, 2017
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