In the wake of this breaking
Where the world lives a touch away
There is no need for a shaking
Of wits and hurts and hate to stray
For the world goes round and round
II
Today the best sit in an earthquake of disagreement
Tomorrow a small island
Might hold the reigns of power
Riding a great fallen like a horse
In a rough road of gravels, broken glasses and piercy metals
So there is no need to dig out supremacy
On plates of subduing many
In a championship hunt
III
Oh what beauty will show
If all fingers of nations hold!
Oh what beauty will show
If genuine hands of nations extend to each other
In a festival of diplomacy
Oh what love will bind
If unbeneficial power’s throat is slit
In a farming of togetherness
We are what we choose to be
In what we choose to do
In this global village
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Dec. 5, 2018
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