POETRY

MEN OF GOURD

Men of gourd who are bored
Wanting their worship to be restored
Acting ridiculous in their own called
Sit your butts, strap your gourds
If you have naught to revive your adored

II
You can’t use hate to sing
You can’t an ignorance bell ring
You can’t taunt those who bring
Their A games to this ring
In your cringing chorus, you’re the string

III
This is your time to think
To clear your scams which stink
And work your ways to link
Your odd deeds that holy blood drink
Go wash your sins in your sink

IV
If you have prayers, pray for days
That we’ll hug and see rays
Of the sun on our hays
And the moon on our says
Please don’t parade your nuisance with your ways

V
For your peers work to dear
And some tithes work to steer
The issues at hand, not buying beer
For fools who use the poor and eat them as deers
…hunted to be theirs
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 19, 2020

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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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