They all saw the hawk
Swooping and gaging the chick
But they all connived to gawk
As the hawk caught the chick
They then turned around to hypocritically moan
Showing their faces to the hen
When they saw how it, with its cock, mourn
Claiming they feared the hawk’s den
Are hawks lions?
I saw the hawk later
Dressed like a dove
But who can be blind to its stature
If not aiders from among the many a helping dove?
Yet they all act innocent
Thinking they fool the tortured fowls
They sure act complacent
Until their safety shook from crowing which birthed howls
Who cares about your sleep
When hearts from your tortures weep?
Gela gela gela way
Your yada sways not!
Your gaga hits not!
None will sleep if you sit for a small flame
…to turn into a mighty conflagration
We will all suffer same
Be it in chaos or peace in the nation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 13, 2020