Legs take crowns to ordered places
To taste the grounds of its worship
Hearts engine dreams
To feel the pulse of success in the end
Tongues channel foods to intestines
To sip a taste from every bite
All the above with pinches of truth
Our elders did us in with some wise sayings
You lick the crown of your teeth no matter how bitter it tastes
Better a good thing at home
So many minds, like rehearsed fingers
Play the tune of mischief
The anthills and griffonia simplicifolia have no need to thank each other
A favourite proverb carved by sages in their peak of wisdom
But the anthills gain the same worth as the griffonia simplicifolias
Now modernity seems to present replays of uncanny comparisons
To anthills and their griffonia simplicifolias
Instead of maintaining moisture to aid their anthills
In times of drought
They, like moths on living bodies, search for weak spots
To induce death
So they can eat once and for all
Forgetting they are the very essence of their living
Oh, maybe they know near bodies in wait for exploitation
Which winds weaved us into this wickedness?
What are lions who chew their tails in their bid to quench hunger?
What are beings who chew their fingers in their craving for meat?
What are eagles who cut their wings
In their bid to fly higher?
Amazing the brains defecated out of the bowels of greed!
When will wise wits win the war of wicked winning whores?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 30, 2017