As you Maples seek to be staple power for struggling nations
Halt the fault in your cot
…before it turns cult to salt your snow into unclean water
…stinking to destroy you
…in an outside projection

From all the guarding and intimidations
…thorned on my skin before entry
I thought you flawless
…all your others comfortable
See my shock as I watch some of your people
…forced to act rags
…hoping some cents fall to drag them from hunger
What about the many angels
…walking without mind directions in your Ontario capital?
Compassion is causing anger
…within my hurt heart

What is beauty hosting filth in their chambers?
Even a rotten nut amongst a lot
…destroys the taste of a saucepan full of soup
You so know that no matter how beautiful a bin is
…it still is regarded based on what it contains
All the time
…our poor stories flagged our beautiful stories
…by your magnifying channels
Now turn their lenses to your own yards
And see what this fly screams for your attention

If you know your troubles
And still Centre us stages like we’re the wrecks on a destruction deck
Then no hypocrite will ever live
If they never model your many stances
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 21, 2020

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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