IN THE END

All are folding
Folding into touches of feelings
Eyes will see but won’t know
Ears will hear but can’t translate
Minds will sit, only calling on feelings
To search
To seek and tell
In the end

II
A crow may turn vulture in spirit
An eagle may look the part of a hen
A bark may be a mew
Only living thing which would stay true to self;
The chameleon

III
A wise head will ask for definitions
And not define
A wise tongue will shut its teeth gates
Until bills find their feet in law
And not kick only to turn future monster of rights
A wise nose should sniff no tell-tales
To keep fingers from rising
The end of everything makes and unmakes heroes
Feelings will definitely rule
In the end
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 23, 2018