When chains police beings
In hollow caves of innocence
At the audience of culprits
Who like sheep giggle with eyes of a lionesses
Fate sits on a slate of unfairness!
II
Sounds of feet with rifles!
Sounds of breaths with struggles!
Sounds of deaths which plant fear
Watered by self mourning!
Sounds of freedom of the lucky
Fertilised by covetousness!
Fate, why sit on a slate of unfairness?
III
You are a king of your domain
You are the captain of your ship on a sea of life!
Why can’t you navigate truth from mouths of lies
Into ears of justice?
Why can’t you order conscience to sun bathe
In the full glare of the populace
To cut loose the shackles of victimization?
Why can’t you defend the poor defenceless
In your fearful court?
Why can’t you?
Why can’t you?
Why sit on a slate of unfairness planing the credibility of great personalities
And painting them with guilt
At the full glare of unforgettable eyes?
Ah! Why sit on an unfair slate? Oh fate!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 23, 2017
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