It is like the best servant of mankind
It is like the humble air holding our precious lives
It is like the great explorer and traveler
When it is given its due
II
Time has travelled to a place
Where many things imprison this saving servant
To think river channels lie in even mobile beings
Why will the earth’s water bodies face cages in their daily travels?
Even frogs vomit when their throats get soaked
So why won’t the cornered break free?
Why won’t the suffocating strike for breath?
III
Heaven knows it does no wrong
When its rebellion steals our dears
We have planted hell into a harvest
A harvest which takes from its mother sweat
From irresponsible dumping to unplanned buildings
From horrid policies to greedy land owners
Every building of dirt culminated into our loss
So why whine?
IV
Let’s cry for the scape goat of our flaws
Let’s weep for our attitudes which walk like heels on negative talking tiles
Let’s mourn our loss by draining our drains
Removing chains from the bounded paths of the thirst quencher
For a death that all conscience grips
Deserves all hands on deck for a reversal
V
A wound not well catered for
Surely can’t hide from flies
Stagnant mud is sure to splash
Without a care as to the legs in its midst!
Kokorokoooooo!
A wake up call by the realization cock
Let the elders from indifferent slumbers wake!
Let the leaders, in corruption parties, shake!
Let citizens, all bad attitudes, rake!
To let nature cohabit with mankind
In a nest of respect
A nest, which will make our waters run our chores not our lives!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 19, 2017
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