“I’M ERICA” IN BREATHLESS TIMES

With whines
…and “whens”
Asking who
…will win
With wild thoughts
…in wrecks
“I’m Erica” dangles in the sky of anxiety
…with civil wars as its hell
…and calm as its heaven
Will it fall or climb?
Asɛm sɛbɛ parcelled in future time

II
As a dog barks thinking itself a lion
And a hawk-like-eagle swoons for a mandate catch
As chaos chases in Covid times
…and crimes soar in classless classes
As colours battle for levelling
…and minds struggle to settle prejudicial pregnancies
The “I’m Erica” hangs in the sky of uncertainties
…with a final fall below
…and a lucky dodge above
Will it fall or climb?
Asɛm sɛbɛ parcelled in future time

III
Eyes are unbatting
Ears are at attention
Mouths are on their marks
…as noses snoop
Flawing minds’ attentive state
As “I’m Erica” goes to the emergency room
To come out ill operated on
…or dead to greatness
Whichever state it lands
The world will record thumbs of ages
…thumbs in cages
…thumbs of fresh sages
…or thumbs of guages
Whatever the end may be
There will be laughter or slaughter
We’re all here for it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 4, 2020