Referees of secrets are like death bells
Their names act siren which panic yells
Their smiles act warning which threatens to tell
Their anger act arrests which yell a cell
And their frowns tell stories of a fallen spell
II
That’s why some power pays to uproot their roots
That’s why some power cuffs their suspicious boots
That’s why some power cuts their rolling tongues
That’s why the weak gifts their souls to them
To play them by their bells
And sell them as their pearls
III
The indifferent knows they’re dangers
Knowing they’re dogs which can mark them as strangers
Should they evade their sites
Uneasy is the parcel if a secret’s referee
Even trusted ones wear the fear of betrayal
Should an alarm sound in temptation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 15, 2021
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