POETRY

MEOWS TO ROARING

Once there was a lion
Who chanced upon cats in their Zion
It saw the fear his picture booked
And thought if it could scarily be looked
Then surely forever it would reign
So its roaring, was day and night’s rain
As day walked into a frightening week
The cats shivered but noted its weak
One was able to gather and say
Fear crushes but needs a pay
So they did gather their pain into rage
And came to be, on same same page
Their voices did merge
And drove lion on panic verge
It run and run and run and fell
Into a ditch which rocks did sell
And so it was that the meows roared
And in their victory, they rightly soared
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 23, 2018

Tags #KNUST, #The Price of Aggression, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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