Imagine your feet on no solid ground
Your ears, no tree in sound
Imagine your shelter in a hanging
And life without farming
Now follow the reasoning
Dress not the earth in your mess
Even if you are a pig thinking it a sty
For you live in the borrowed
And should leave it unsoiled
Oh be a thinker!
Rob not the earth in your greed
Even if, like an ingrate, you forget your feet’s support
The body’s bones are its pillars
The earth’s minerals are its support
Oh be a lover!
Create no murderous monsters in your revenge
Even if your mortality promises an unshaken immortality
For the future belongs not to your ghosts
And the present, like a realm, is shared
So be decorous!
Feed no waters with your rear phlegm
For if any pickaxe can dig throats
And pluck hearts in a hurry
It definitely wears the heels of thirst
Oh be a carer!
The earth is our hand that feeds
Our cup that quenches our thirst
Our medicine in our sicknesses
Our wools to clothe
Our place of rest
Our bind to leave behind
So dress not the earth in your mess
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 21, 2018