THE FATE CROW

The fate crow
Tore and flew a con
That fear creeps
Traumatizing folks like crazy
Tell the farmers in crew
Their forces need to close

II
As skies turn mask for the heavens
And Satan turns mark of deceptions
As sorries troll more for the hells
And stories trick men into dominion
Tell the fate crows
Who tore and flew the con
That their forces need to close

III
Terror now triumphs over truth
Falsity flocks like fleas with fearsome fires
Impudence insults innocence
While winners wear their wretched wrecks
Tell the fate crows
Who tore and flew the con
That their forces need to close

IV
No farmer holds a machete
And watches on as their walking sticks tower
…way above them
When their hands do the holding
And their legs help with its locomotion
So –
Tell the fate crows
Who tore and flew this con
That their forces need a close
So our family can stay close
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 14, 2019