What have you done this very night
To have many trample on your right
…to be
As claps and mouth-shots act fee
…to have you murdered in cold glee
Were you there when money was made by men?
Did you steal many a family hen?

How did you get so notorious
…as to be shouted at by the self righteous victorious
…before they deem themselves glorious?
I want to see your nature
…and know how they’ve affected your stature

This has been a trend since I can remember
So it makes me wonder
If your skin has been burnt to ashes
If so why the growing fuss?
I sometimes wonder if your body is now like holeful bodybag
…or scattered by the bombs of clapping saints
If it is so why the generational hunting ritual?
Sometimes I wonder if you’re a destructive resurrect
Who die to wake to chase harder your murderers
But the thought makes God seem so powerless

How do you live through the hatred?
Do you feed fat on animosity?
Or your generosity
…makes unjust accusations your growth?
I will always wonder your frame
…and your structure
Which stands firm through generations of clapping Christians
Angered to harm your spirit
…to calm their hearts
Even as their cheaters lead them in their delusions
After taking what little they can have
…forcing false fasting on their rebelling stomachs
…whose sores spell ulcers into years of agony
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 11, 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. :)

2 replies on “SATAN”

Hmm… A mind-boggling piece to throw one into wonder just like the persona.

This piece laments on the myopic mentality that many are cladded in like our mighty kente, being manipulated like the marbles of ludo by the cheaters who call themselves teachers of the word to do acts that would leave mouths eternally opened.

It’s a great tragedy to see the path of salvation veer into roads of subtle servitude and stupidity and a golden gate to luxurious life for the fly-whisks.

Indeed, it’s a wonder if Satan is a destructive resurrect or Hulk in ‘Avengers’, having survived all these generational torments led by the cheating teachers.

I love the employment of the one-word anaphora, Satan. It does not only depict the emphasis that is placed on him, but also play the role of the poetic device, apostrophe.

It’s a beautiful poem of tragedy to get heads to think and think again. But, will they think? Perhaps, the tragedy will just continue to flow and flow like the tears of the heavens as they fall season after season.

Kudos, Mum Cee! You never disappoint.

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