WHERE THE WEALTHY WINS

I thought we’ve seen a leveller
…in the fragility of life
I thought we’ve smelt the disgust
…in vile classicism and rots
I thought compassion has become a passion
I thought love has been turned live
…like hot coals in a winter chimney
Were my thoughts born in deceptive cots?

II
I thought the more important
…were the very sick
…to hospitals
I thought hospitals were the very places
…for reflections
I thought death’s caves
…sure save the braves and not the faves
I thought Rona could whip our thoughts
…to a proper path
Was my heart delusional?

III
I’m so slapped by wealthy precisions
I’m so whipped by high handed decisions
I’m so deceived by thwarted missions
And feel so lost in my hopeful visions

IV
That life is still an unequal land
Where the wealthy stand on the struggling poor
Is a sore which promises unhealing
And a sore that hurts my heart
…to its core
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 3, 2020