As hands in drowning wave
Do, mouths whose garnished promises flee, call
To the destitute save
Lest we all fall
II
As needs outweigh our feeds
Do all, in patriotic shed blood, call
To drive the spirit which on our minds feeds
So our confidence will stand tall
III
As green spirits are being, from their bodies, ejected
Do, all alien priests call
To open the gates of heaven for all the rejected
In unsynced bodies in its hall
IV
Eyeballs shaking like tsunamis on the dock
Senses tied in darkness and in lock
Bodies following enemies like a flock
Don’t you see your future’s shock?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©15th October, 2017
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