At this crossroads
Where good leads to bad
And bad leads to good
Stands the whip of fear
At all ends
II
At this crossroads
Righteousness begets pain
While cruelty begets peace
Yet conscience acts judge
With a gavel of suffering
III
The lioness in me battles the sheep I am
The tears in me drowns the heart I have
Weakened nerves promise electrocution
Of wits and sanes and love and suns
Yet this crossroads have no pointers
IV
Is there an ultimate judge
For an afterlife trial in a life’s dilemma?
Is there a hell fire for a righteous crime?
Is there a punishment for a sin of love?
Life’s rhetorics butcher like a savage, at these crossroads
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 12, 2018
6 replies on “AT THIS CROSSROADS”
The lioness … I’m. Like this
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Thanks.
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This drips of conviction and passion!
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Thanks Shan. The writer’s fort.
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You would probably get a lot out of Khalil Gibran’s words on crime and punishment in his book “The Prophet”
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Thank you. Will look for it.
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