There are flies born on a sugar plantation
And like blessed tongues live entirely on the sweet
There are eagles born to hens
And like accursed birds, live taking instructions from their meals
Luck is the stamp of fate
II
When the wind blows rain water into the sea
It does it good
Can same be said of blowing it onto fecal matter?
Where were wits when winners won
When losers licked the feet of God for mercy?
Luck is the stamp of fate
III
Let not those born on anthills
See those below as their grounds
Severe winds can blow them down
For luck is a sentimental monster
Which shows no sympathy for its former gods
Yes, luck is the stamp of fate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 26, 2017
7 replies on “LUCK”
I love it. It’s beautifully written.
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Love the poem. Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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My Dear Cecilia, Hearty greetings. …I like this poem for its imagery and extraordinary use of words! Very Beautiful! Kudos and regards. 🙂
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Thank you Sir. Blessings to you.
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🙂
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