It is surprising to see seeds
…whose fruits suffered from earned diseases
…buy from the mistakes of their birth
…to continue a cycle of recklessness

As many amass wealth to develop
…and strengthen their nations
Others here amass to gym their third tails
…and second holes
Forgetting they live on bloods which shed themselves
…in hope of a development climb
And the media project their taboos in love
…to fetch for them followers of failures
Regrettably branding the trying an idiot
Making sure struggling nations
…are rooted in their paupering marks

They forget generations have lived like this
Learning to earn through the foul
Only to end up in urns of the earth
Leaving behind the struggles
…which should’ve long died with them
Only to turn their souls into spectators of sorrows
Knowing their faults contributed in halting our growth
How sad!
How sad!

Living is a sorry state
If all a good will see
Is the beautification of bad
And the winks of worst
As sorrows smile on sombre sequences
…scattering hope to plant hopelessness
…in heaped history of heckles and hoists
Branding emancipation a recitation of undoers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November, 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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