Birds know they own their nests
And love the inn eventhough they know the existence of hunters
Bats love their standing trees in the midsts of tree cutters
Worms mate the earth in style
Even in places pickaxes dig
Why won’t our elders say
None uses his left hand to point at his father’s house?
Your own bi your own
Even fecal animals love their grounds
II
Your painting models your house
Your posture determines your win on a battlefield
By your mouth’s words, things can see the be
Even in rare miraculous realms
None uses his left hand to point at his father’s house
Your own bi your own
Even fecal animals love their grounds
III
Legs fit their perfect shoes
Bigger ones will show
Smaller ones won’t fit
Heads with wisdom need few words
To cook a perfect meaning
None uses his left hand to point at his father’s house
Your own bi your own
Even fecal animals love their grounds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 3, 2017
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