​STRAY HANDS

I know the throat can nag

And force a king to lie on a rag

When its demands for water through its pipe is not met

II

I know the stomach can thunder

When its bond with food is put asunder

Giving in to any bet

III

I know eyes close not

When their vessels are tied in a weakened knot

As the body, like a drug addict, frets

IV

I know every pore feels its sweat

And every soul in a body is a set

That is why hands take all they can get

V

But this is not it

We are children of warriors who oneness fitted

And through the axe of togetherness slit 

The throat of oppression

To give us this free mansion of supremacy

We are a set known in the Ubuntu

So why do some hands stray

To dupe themselves of the crown of development

Befitting our precious heads?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 2, 2017