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TROUBLING STARS

Triple chin
Thick skin
Trickery spin
Peeling skin
…of our nation
The obese of corruption thought thin
…is the sin which will win
…for us, catastrophe from within
Funny we love this foe as our kin

II
Calls keep coming in from the port of common sense
That blind worship is naught but nonsense
Which does naught but hearts incense
…in silly thoughts made intense
…by faithful faithlessness

III
Now we live in a faith which disbelieves itself
Its custodians wearing multiple masks
Waiting on the laps of dilapidated labs
…for a healing it unappealing stabs
As the needed funds build its cathedral of doom!
Such a boom!

IV
We live like unlivers
Feeling like unfeelikers
Knowing an unknowing
Cladding an uncladding
It is such a jungle of idiocy
And we’re all playing mates to debates
…fixing our baits
How sad!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 12, 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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