I am here looking at your shock
With a face which can’t even find a space in this ironical mock
Tell me again your kind of stock

You sit at home all day like a handsome sofa
Waiting for my hustled body and sweat
To come clean cobwebs, compound and cook
And afterwards wash your dishes and your hands?
I know not your kind of mastery
But I am not looking for a miracleless man god
…to serve

If I wanted a man god to serve
I’d go look for a stone which feeds not
Or a river which calms my soul
Or even a mountain which will tire me out
…without a mouth which speaks with ego to hurt while draining my blood
I could even pick a tree
Which could help me breathe easy
Kwaku Bonsam eii, I am not looking for a miracleless man god to serve

So you can take your waist to man servers
Let them turn you into a night exercise
…so you can act supreme on their toil
You can take your expensive liability to the subdued
Let them worship at your feet
Even when their bodies complain with pain
I am looking for no man god to serve
Even the Most High God tires no human
…as you seek to tire me out
So out you go
With your sluggish self and ego
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© November 3, 2021

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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