KINDER WORDS

Exhume the words from the soil of the past
And dust the hurts which nailed the heart
At the crossroads of good and bad
Making it take the latter
To reach the hell of uselessness
In the vehicle of bitterness

II
Kinder words would have nursed the seedlings of morality
In beds of role modelling
Watered with hope, aired with tenderness in the sun of care
And given eyes determination
To take the path of dreams in the vehicle of hard work
To reach the seat of greatness

III
So this ghost of deviancy you see
Is your mouthy-works
Which killed a good kid and created a robotic monster
To train its innocent spirit and mourning soul
To reach this point of bother
Where your horrified eyes watch
As your fear-arrested mouth quiver

IV
Deal with the nightmare
Many might have suffered victims
In its frantic climb to get to you
How unfair it would be if you escape!
For now plant the lesson in soils of fertile hearts
To germinate and grow into moral lessons
To save the future from the fury of fire
Mostly started by careless moments of insensitivity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 12, 2019