A new whirlwind blows
And its dust shows
Not a soul knows
That it is a blessed wrap housing many foes
But I see its claws through its wings
It is like the god of love’s enemy
Unleashing on its host its fiery army
Sucking fun from blood to blood dealing
Making robotics the better feeling
More like a crown on the feet of a king
Minds meant for nation building now sit
Granting power of mouth to fingers in an apt fit
Hiding behind shadows of images of succulent lasses
To act shameful “takers” from minds whose switches have gone to sleep
Putting clothes of shame on our motherland
Still, none seems to notice
Never knew of “vapendism”
Until their blend and escapades splashed on the new god
Which shows all the red meat in different bowls of colours
And the many colourful ladles
Which stir in different styles
Throwing goosebumps of new need on bodies of the innocent
Making parents shiver at the thought of their wards audienceship
Chai! How no one sees beats me!
Gone are days when humanity nudged
When troubles sat on another’s pate
Gone are days when ears heard cries for help
Now all the cries have turned calls of video setting
For the fame of self made journalists
Who want to break news on the new god
Ha! This is interesting
Isn’t it easy for secrets to now walk around
And place their bosses on centre stages?
Isn’t it easy to get to shoot rumours through armours of great men?
Isn’t the world going blind by the many artificial shinny stars
With no root but walking in talking boots?
Now we get to hug, kiss, smile show love in techniques
While reality weeps for keeps
What a wind!
Drawing us closer and apart all at once
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) July 29, 2017