Lights are talking
Eventhough the moon is their mentor
…saying they’re beautiful and bright
Shaming the dark with their unsaying
Pushing their implications down their throats
Funny how they seek the dark
To hide the eyes they blind
Fearing others may see their harm
And desert them
Is this trait of theirs familiar?

Waterfalls are shouting
Claiming their beauty in their bunches
Flirting with rocks and pushing off sand
Forgetting that rain is their source
But when they kill
…they force the corpses to float on rivers
Acting innocent with their height
Talking and talking to deafen
Is this trait of theirs familiar?

Fog claims a higher altitude
Ridiculing dust
Forgetting dust can court winds
…to rise to their level at any time
They forget they’re like smoke
…their antagonism towards similarities always showing
Yet they’ve time to gloat
…even as they float the sky
…where high suns can kill their sources

Please be humble all ye mighty
So when you crumble you’ll gain our mercy
Don’t you fumble after taunting in your majesty
Only to grumble when meanness chases at your fall
For all hearts can be petty
And none owes you sympathy
…after your show of brutality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 29, 2021

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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