SORES ON THE WORLD

Sores from our sins
…score frowns owing to our stubbornness
Shooing peace from our calls
Pushing chaos to us
And still writing terror on balls of our eyes
This is the irony that is ironing humanity

II
At all times
…some are bubbles and others are arrows
The latter aiming for the former in shots
The former shouting in bursting
…or lighting and losing in the shine of suns and moons
Until piles feed fedupness
…and cause them to vomit their frustrations
Oh the sores on this world!

III
In the huge pain of racism
…zoomers can find ethnicity and labelling
As psychopaths think themselves worthy of uprooting others
Monsters join their chant to form cults
…difficult to bring to order
Making laws twisted
…confusing law enforcers who form a divide
The monster folks and the adhering folks
Clashing in scandals unfathomable
Oh sores on this world!

IV
Until death becomes a reminder
…of all being travellers in passing
These sores will never heal
It will keep getting bigger until hatred
…scraps every flesh from the bones of this world
That is the danger
…of the sores on this world!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2020