It is sad
Very sad when a rotten nut
Destroys the sweet flavour of a whole pan of soup
Who can; tired legs,
Needful minds and broken palms run to?
A whole tree thought to be Odum
Ended up as a beautifully rotten pawpaw tree
Waiting to murder an unsuspecting leaner
Who made the laws
Punches
On unarmed faces?
Who drove assault of innocence into heads of protectors?
Who programmed an enforcer into a robotic abuser?
Who killed empathy in books of the strong?
Can I blame a cruel fist without noting its roots?
Oh poverty!
You are a violence which needs Osama’s bomb to eliminate!
And I am weeping that your funeral mocks my mortality
In confidence of your immortality!!!
I am hurt that your existence’s grey hair cuffs my infant wisdom
On the ticket of your old age!!!
I am saddened by your rotten teeth
Which bites to turn full humans into harmless beasts
To suffer at the hands of originally harmful beasts!!!
Poverty! You need a suicide pill
So computerized law enforcers can punch in their sorry heads
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 21, 2018
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