Fine fellas fall flat on their faith
Their forced fate flakes to fake their inflamed fumes
Flaunting fanatics with fears of fiery flocks
…unknown before a farm of wealth
Ha to the haha!
He to the he!
II
How many tubers are now buried in trousers?
How many hands now keep to their fences of selves?
How many breasts now hug their imprisoning braziers?
How many tongues now hide –
…hide behind the walls of their teeth?
Ha to the haha!
He to the he!
III
How many flights now shy from flying?
How many hands now shy from bribes?
How many robbers now hide their rogues?
How much hatred now thaws –
…thaws from frozen forgotten fights?
Ha to the haha!
He to the he!
IV
Racism has lost its race tracks
Some labeling have lost their labels
Call and responses to war
…have been washed out
…by the need to feed the seed of death
…which holds all hands without a care
Ha to the haha!
He to the he!
V
Though we’ve missed the “bless you” in sneezing
And have exchanged the concerns of coughing with fear
Though a little breathlessness calls doom
And a fever’s shivers turn sweats into rivers
Who complains in a positive
…which sees black holding white hands
…and sees the red holding yellow hands
All in one battle
…of humans against a sickness?
Ha to the haha!
He to the he!
VI
We still mourn for the fallen leaves
…leaves of sapiens from our life tree
…together
A battle with pain as glue of love
Still what is life without our
…ha to the haha
…he to the he?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 26, 2020
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