You have cut the ribbon of shyness
From our very eyes
All contours leading to remorse
Have been made comfortable
From the slippery slope it was
Because sins grow into norms with time
And you are the programmer of the dramatic brain
Which engines us
I wonder if you peep through the anus of discos and clubs
To see sins dance in varied sneakers and heels
I wonder if you see through the “drosses” and “trousers” of fornicators
To see pestles in pleasurable laughter
And mortars in needful beckoning
I so wonder, if your eyes reach
The joints of high points in smokinghood
To know how deep nostrils reach
To fetch the line of smoke from lungs
Oh! Do you follow their steps into darkness through to your temples?
Are you regretting our creation?
I know you know the machetes
Which cause some hands to sin
You do know the poisons which will cause some minds to scheme
You do know the words which will make some vocals turn villains
Yet, you sit and watch as many perish
On the eve of your worship
How delighted are you watching the path to your glorification?
How dare I? How dare I taunt you on the grounds of my sins?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 25, 2017