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

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

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

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)


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