Those of our blood used as gags
To ride our nation like a horse
Those of our skin used as stones
To catapult our wings as we fly
Those in our names used as traps
To hunt our wins like a game
Review your statuses
For a chick can turn no hawk to escape claws
…in a hawk hunt

You can open the gate of your nation
In an exchange of a suitable station
But for how long can you own a station in a nation
…needed in horror usage?
Let wisdom tell you horror hunt has no verifiable territory
Betrayal, no matter how vocal, erases no blood roots to turn the earth a sky
Just know
In a hawk hunt, chicks remain chicks to hunting claws

Don’t wait until a shadow of a hawk marks you
…to feel a had-I-known
Uncanny pride which betrays before a fall
Chuckles, then proceeds to help to tackle its previous host
It has no mercy to go as they claim
So betray your stay and pay with your peace and safety
It is only an unfeeling and foolish cobra who chews its tail
…and forgets it is part of its body
You sure will be part of the game in hunt
If you bait your state to fall its stand
Let wisdom descend on you!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 18, 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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