Many minds have different layers of thoughts
Superstition leading their mental institutions
Abena, I believe in human fallibilities
We are mostly like stubborn goats
Pushing to the very places whose whips
Still lick their mouths
From the burst skin they plucked from our bodies
Why?
II
Some drivers have turned fishes in alcoholic seas
Driving like swimming in a shark hounding
As passengers hold their seats like cowards
Hoping their hold saves from any incident
Ah!
There are those who think to be late is to be LATE
Flying in the guise of driving
Some love challenging fishes in seas
Pretending their skins have fins
Going places marked in danger
Some indulge in bacchanalian orgies
Their noses turned noticed rat holes
Lighted into smoke-hood
Their minds heated by hard drugs
Their egos inflated by alcohol
Their daring enhanced by reckless madness
Why won’t accidents and deaths be attracted?
III
Those who visit temples
And temples who accept congregants without scrutiny
Dweebaadweebaa is not written on foreheads
Neither are its neighbours of infestations
Know you are an egg
Whose shells can’t tempt death by falling on its hard grounds
Know you are a glass
Who can’t play pilolo with death
Know you are mortal and a very breakable doll
As happiness beckons on this festive season
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 24, 2017
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