On this dining table
Sits gluttonous greed
Whose hunger, all the food, in quench, unable
Connivance knows but stooges for crumbs
Forgetting the coming with roaring bellies
Whose eyes may never see the feast
Forgetting the frail
Whose bodies can go nowhere near the monstrous Greed
Forgetting the children whose growth
Depend on the nutrients of the present
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Looting has now become tickets for everything
Yet pennies of paupers are forced from the hearts of their pockets
Into the stomachs of pockets of greed
Oh ye sleeping gods of the land!
Please wake!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 15th October, 2017
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