PROTECT ME

Protect me
Protect me from the scratches of naughty spears
…from the thirst of power vampires
…from the hunger of deranged economic maniacs
Protect me
Please protect me

II
Protect me
Protect me from hounds of development
…the arms of insurgents
…from falling into the qualms of elephants
You know I’m a blossoming grass
Protect me
Please protect me

III
You know the secateurs waiting to cut my bloom
…so I don’t get to rub shoulders with the blossomed
You know the anger and danger
…that my growth will cause many a mighty
You do know I’m a part of a whole torn apart by orchestrated chaos
So protect me
Please protect me

IV
For I can’t lose the red of my head
I can’t lose the gold on my breasts
I can’t lose the green on my feet
And I certainly can’t lose the star
…which blackens to light hope for my womb
So protect me
Please protect me
…even if you’ll turn Mugunghwa to turn your youth
Into walking soldiers

V
Living on fragile fears is like living on a bomb
…which can detonate at any hour
So please protect me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 13, 2020