INCINERATIONS

It is the licking of a small spark
Which ate some best farms of some greedy spiders
…in moral tales into soot black
So I deal no rumour riders

II
Ama Antwiwaa has died
That beautiful damsel with that sweet smile
She has really died
With her fashion talent making many cry in pain
She has died in her twenties’ great
Making many hate the horrid grade
…death has taken
And so it started

III
Akua said “Old people are living while the young die like fowls”
And many sang her quote in choruses
Implying two old aunties should’ve died before the dead
As if they make the timetable of death’s schedules

IV
We all came into this world on a time bomb
Some will live till they bend
Some will live to their adulting
Some will live to their young
Some will live to breathe once
And some will not live to even form
So who are you to cast incinerations
To burn the peace of the old
Who struggle to reach their post?

V
Akua should’ve said “I am living while you are dead”
Because she is older than the dead
She should’ve created rumours she killed her in her sleep
To taste the violence of the ignorant
And not cause the innocent to suffer
With her baseless incinerations
She is no witch doctor
She is no goddess
She is no God
Or is she a demon?

VI
Take cues, all you insensitive bundles
Death has no formula
Let alone a straight cue
To call for “next” in its murdering
So as to stop taunting the old to fold
…in your cold heartedness
They too have hearts
…heavy when others go
…before them
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia May 13, 2021