Greed has somehow met its seed
…in a feed that drags its deeds
…down
Days when deadly docks shipped
…and grazed down our bests
…without questioning
…are growing unwelcome
II
Days
…when pets bet in jets without vets
Yet innocents were made wet
…with regrets
…and frets
…and get let into nets
…set for them
Are growing unwelcome
III
Although vultures still fly our days
…and roost their nights with our goodies
Turning us bats during days
…and roosting us at night like fowls
Horrors are growing unwelcome
Thanks to a knocking self realization
IV
We will not let our chests
…grow moulds of walk-overs
Just because of seeds which feed
…the deeds of greed in our midst
Thanks to Odomankomah
…days when we were knitted into footmats
…are growing unwelcome
V
Our feet are now stepping on the mountain of
…enlightenment
Our thoughts are now being unlocked
…out of the barns of sleep
Our hearts are being fenced
…from the feet of crudes
We will get there
We surely will get to the ports
…where peace and pampering
…will dress us on our own land
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 19, 2019
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