A GRAVE WARNING

With hearts so cold
Be bold to fold the old to be sold
…to transition houses
And leave your children to empty houses
…with money hunters
So they grow with unloving encounters!
You think, like a discarded baggage
You become free as they become other’s luggage?
Ha!

II
Love of grandparents can never be transferable
Those hearts, through experiences are able
…to make stable
Growing hearts with many a deviant cable
Even their touches and hugs
…scare off many fearful thought-bugs
So with hearts so cold
Be bold to fold the old
…to be sold to transition houses
Leaving hearts of your young empty with calouses

III
Please find our historic eyes and look
At the once great nations who now cook
Horrible thoughts in their young seeds
…who feed off chaos and abominable deeds
And live like messes
…in fashionable dresses
Because they sieved their old
…and left their youngs as chaffs to grow cold
In loving and or unloving arms
Whose warmth planted in their souls sorrows of qualms
Now they live like spirits so hungry
…in souls justifiably angry
So with hearts so cold
Be bold to fold the old
…to be sold to transition houses
Leaving hearts of your young empty with calouses

IV
A day will come when even in ancestral land
You will get no strength to stand
And have no handling hand
…let alone a magic wand
To undo your folly
Then, self hatred will be your friend acting jolly
In your fretting and regret-filled heart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 11, 2020