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?

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?

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

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

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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