POETRY

FAIR YOUR GUILD

On this scary field
With no answering build
With hands, no arms in wield
And bodies, no immortal shield
I know we will all, to your trap, yield
But set a fairness to your guild

II
You’re hunting the awesome
And gunning beauties and the handsome
You’re leaving many as lonesome
And branding many hearts loathsome
You’re posing as fearsome
As your deeds set marks so gruesome
Your existence is irksome
Too bad no price can form your ransom

III
You crash birth with funfair!
You crash toddlers with funfair!
You crash teens with funfair!
You crash adults with funfair!
You crash the old with funfair!
Who don’t you crash with funfair?
You sure are despicable
You daunting dungeon dragging the name Death
…through dreaded dreams
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 3, 2021

Tags Death, Life, LOSS, POETRY.

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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