In time
…the rich will gobble down the poor
…and form their paupers who’ll be the most pitiable
…of all
Because they’ll find no free grass to make hay
And they’ll find no free fruits on trees
They’ll find no free land to on lay
And there’ll be no bad job to take
II
In time
There’ll be no smaller lands
Bigger lands will swallow the small
And form their small
Who’ll be the biggest small
…of all
Because their owners will have no taste of hatred
And their ministers will have no experience of sanctions
Making their people wail in their fall
From Grace’s grass to grasses’ graze
III
In time
‘Higher’ colours will consume the lower
Slowing down their ‘supreme’ blood into indifferent’s extreme
Pushing them off their colour’s flag
Landing them down their consumed seats
To eat defeat and dance to its beats
IV
That time tiptoes towards us
But will make a messy noise on advocacy tiles
When it nears
Maybe death will be no more for the struggling
And health will be naught but taunting whips
I hope to be blind behind my mind
As my body shrouds in a ride on death’s wild hound then
Till then
…carry on your hate
…and ferry your supremacies
Just hope the day of reckoning catch you not
…nor your generations to come
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 2, 2020
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