The mind is a scary part
A part which houses and nurses all it is given
Be it in light of good
Or in doom of bad
No ripe orange on a flat ground
Falls far from its tree
And a rotten palm nut amidst the many
Carves vampire teeth on the others
Even after battling fires
To bite tongues in disgust
Hence our bitter taste on the tongue of life
Kojo Dzapkpasu’s little coins taken from the purses of parents
When eyes are lost in jurisdiction,
His parents awareness perceived as a little cotton in the wind
Storing laughter in silence
Is a seed being watered by days
Packing like a gift of bomb to detonate
Into the future
Splashing shame and horrors
Even quenching the flames of happiness and love
It is a seed that shoots a plant
A plant or a little branch that becomes a tree
So the government is like a desert without an owner
And I am a farm hand without a supervisor
With no eye in sight
Why will I work like a bull?
Ha! A goat claims to be destroying the paint of many houses
Until its skin pops bald out of its encounters
Ama Achaa has a whole hole flowing with waters of spring
I am a perfect fish thirsty for a swim
Ama needs me as a ladder to climb a hurdle
Without a swim, I won’t ever bend
Ha! Continue cheating the crab
Your rear is opened to the eyes of God no matter how thick your clothes!
I am a trained protector
One with skills of lions and lionesses
With the authority of the state
I am the order of the road
The hands for a catch
The eyes for the safety of my land
Walk into my way without the stench of a token
And I will see you broken
Power takes what it needs
Even many from less authoritative fields get their due
Why shouldn’t I?
Ha! The law is a whipping rope with two ends
Pray for no day your victim will hold the other end!
Amazing how big fishes sail through the net of the law
As small fishes, like mythically huge souls, get stuck in the same
Robbers kill few at once
But leading beings fondling public coffers
Kill millions in every turn
Yieee! Why do you aim for your intestines
And blame it on hunger?
We are our own Satans
Building the worst hell in our living quarters!
We are our own roses
Tilting our thorns into our skins!
We are our own flies
Eating deep into our own sores!
We are the poisonous rain seeping through our perfect pores!
From mouths shut like doors of whores
Close to their pastors’ stores
To eyes whose visions are bought in wiping
From ears shut like a bankers safe
To skins which hide bruises to promote rot
We are all the tsunamis destroying our progress!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 8, 2017