POETRY

TO YOUR WILL

With a heart like a lamb
And a head like an eagle
I totally submit to loving neighbours as myself
So I know not why I’m a candidate for a slaughter house
Being chased by day and hounded at rest
But I will always submit to your will

II
I find myself in a pursuing jungle
With me as a potential game
I find myself in an unfortunate angle
With me as a bullet target
I find myself in a hole
With many a mob burning for my suffocation
I know not my time on your clock
Still I will submit to your will

III
If my time is near
Odomankomah, please help me bear my exit route
If my life is nearly complete
Nana Nyame, please let my heart be at peace
Let no harm befall me if I still have a lot to give
You know I live not in the passions of the world
And care not for its materials
I only submit to your will,
Your will which works itself
…with or without my inputs
So let that will be done
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 22, 2021

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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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