When the crowers of today turn peckers at dawn
Feasting on feeds of hens and chicks
While time walks without turning back
Their future in saucepans of history will be painful
As the only spices on their bodies would be pepper of frustration
Ginger of hurts
Salt of under development
Tears of penury
And cubes of curses
Let earful cocks clean their ears
As they stand on pedestals of high repute
In their youthful dawn
And heed to the call of change
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 22, 2017.
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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