Are all like loveless lovers
…cheating their ways into revered statuses
Hiding behind the cloak of fake ties
Deceiving the trying to fry in regrets
…of not doing enough
Why is our habitat turning into a tree
…with wingless birds?
Why are chickens acting eagles
…believed by hawks?
Why are mice walking all over hungry cats?
Why are vultures winning Neat Awards
…as doves look on?
Why are lions being held hostage by dogs?
If frogs and crickets are out here breaking ears with noise
Why are leopards hiding to cough?
Why are baby elephants killing their mothers and grandmothers
…after their love and directions?
Why is why turning into the lie we hide behind
…to seek answers we know in our hearts?
The earth is now a rotten pattern
Only the rotten have space for their bodies
All others are hanging
Waiting for their ropes of suffocation to finish hunting their breaths
So they can leave their pious and unfit bodies
…for the rotten to feast on in their moronic gluttony
An irony ironing bad to fit the good
A good thing only few live through the torture of correctness
We can’t risk cutting the much to favour the few
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 25, 2020