A snake might love the taste of its tail
Until it gets to its head
It might love the flutter of its hail
Until it feels the bite closer to its head

So you snakes, go on and chew
Thinking this nation belongs to you few
When our sky droughts of its dew
And the land loses its resourceful hew
Do not act cats in choral mew
Let your thirst feel not like new
For your hurts then is now being felt by all
Unlike you who karma will only teach close to our fall
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 19, 2022

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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