Just as models take the shine of designers,
Actors take the shine of writers
Pretenders in pastoral clothes
…are taking the shine out of your powers
Don’t you see?
No, ahonuabobirim, can’t you see?
II
I thought you were the driver
And like mates
…your prophets commune knowing they are just a tribune
…so fear to err
So why have they killed your engine
…and are pushing you on reckless roads
…as you sit quietly in the front seat?
III
Where are the sulfur and fire
…which made examples of Sodom and Gomorrah?
Where is the flooding rain
…which caused Noah’s nation to rot
…in order to birth a new?
Where is your promised anger in your mocked laws?
Are you amused watching you being used in an abuse
…to confuse the lost
…who refuse your follow due to the tricks of your sents?
Can’t you see your comics acting tragic in your logic nation?
IV
If you really rule your nation
You need to sit to fit and not sit
…as your throat is slit
…right in front of your worshippers
You rocking a mocking in front of all is appalling
When your laws state clearly your intolerant stand
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 27, 2019
