INCOHERENT

“Shut up as we shell you in our shield
Shin up as we shush you with our sharps
Should you be shot by our shooters
…shut up if you’ve no bullet proof shirt”
Incoherent are the words of the tricks of our polls
…licking off our sanity
And these are seen after they wrestle mandate with humility

II
These are the struggles we face
Sheep turning lions to devour our peace
These are the struggles we face
Antelopes turning pigs to pollute our power
These are the struggles we face
Horses turning sloths to slow our pace
These are the struggles we face
Worms turning pythons to swallow our growth
And we keep being fooled by their tricks

III
Let that day be born
When our red paints our sheds
…to correct the corruption
Let that day be born
When our green garner guts to grow our greatness
Let that day be born
When our gold garner glitters to gain our glory
Let that day be born
When Black bears beautiful inventions
As togetherness ties our cause to light our world
To sweep all these misappropriation down the graves of history
…ones we would seal with concrete and bars
Never ever to be exhumed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 19, 2021