TILL THE EXIT

There were dead men before us
Oblivon was a hunter who had all the games of life
Not anymore
Not in our lives

II
For our present can be frozen like ice
To locomotively flow like rivers
On a save-forever realm
You think I lie?
Google Mugabe
Google Maya Angelo
Google Atukwei Okai
And they will stand
…sit
…laugh
…shout
…discuss
Like you
Like I
Like all
None dies today

III
So don’t be a bee who stings itself and becomes
So crippled that it’ll need another’s nickle
To wriggle out of its hurts
Always looking like an errand dog
At the meeting of grand animals
For there are eyes with unblinking lenses
There are ears with no blockages
And there are mouthpieces with no brakes
We sure won’t die
But so will our deeds

IV
So live the reasoned
Work like a biblical ant
Be selfless like the Samaritan
Giving your all to the call of playing the ball of development
Into the success goalpost
For the unbirthed who’ll be watching you
Years after your bones are droned to extinction
Even if you can’t
…at least exist to assist
…and count in the makers list
…until your exit
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 2, 2019

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