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
II
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
III
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
IV
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
Mum Cee 