LUCK

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

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