PROPHESIES OF AN EAGLE

There’ll come a time
When the peach tree will lose their nectarines
As raccoons, squirrels and rats which connive with far skies
…to pelt ruins on their roots starve
When that day comes
Let no bee dying on hunger look for blame points
They should look for clearer waters
Be there any
To point at the images they see

II
There’ll come a time
When many a fence sitter will fall of their figurines
Crying loud from their fall of highs
To the painful states of a fail to have
When that day comes
Let no bodies complain of their joints
They should look for quite quaters
Be there any
To tend to the wounds that be

III
There’ll come a time
Regrets will turn to lingerings
As truth show boldly excuses formerly masked with lies
Forcing hearts to pitiable souls carve
When that day comes
All flying spirits will with skies disjoint
Cutting off all flutters
Be there many
To punish the horrid treats as fee

IV
When we reach that time
Look into these words to see
The very state which collapsed your have
To de-clutter your gutters
For only then will the world you annoint
For luck to beat its drums
To fetch forgiveness from your own skies
This is the prophesies of an eagle
Which will long have fallen
By the time its words hit nerves
Just so you know
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 7, 2021