THE STATE OF FATE

This is the state of fate
Where every second hang foot-wears and paths
For naked and blind feet to step into
Knowing nothing that awaits
Not thorns nor sticks
Nails nor smooth roads
Trees nor shrubs
Rains or sunshine

II
This is the state of fate
Where every day holds spectacles for unsuspecting eyes
Who like blind folks wear what is to be worn in a higher script
And play parts on stages which arrested their control
Long before their births

III
This is the state of fate
Where own will was colonized before conception
Beautiful lies!
Handsome deceptions!
Pathetic boldness!
Slaves in a make believe apparel of royalty!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 25, 2019