At the sound of an ambulance
Many a fears dance
…in horrid guesses
Painting pictures of gory messes
II
At the sound of an ambulance
Many a pitiable stories sprout in many a chance
Telling tales of families at war with death
Holding guns of prayers hoping to unearth
…death in order to shoot and save
If only human eyes were unblinded to death!
III
I hear the siren
And know a soul near or not near to a place so serene
The former, a happy traveller
…leaving behind many an unhappy mourner
The former, a warrior on the battlefield of death
IV
These times have raised the bar of fear
Erasing the corruption of traffic wanna-beaters
Because even slight headaches take many a dear
Like hawks swooping low to catch chicks
Death is stooping so low with many an unknown trick
V
If only we will see
If only there is a fee to see
If only there is a fee to see the key to death’s mystery
Then we could catch
…and lock it in a soundless ambulance
To gift us a chance to moderate its potency
…to our own advantage
But alas!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 8, 2020
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