When disasters walk on legs of surprises
As many are tied by pain, disdain, wounds, deaths in crises
And help from above is held by disappointment
As people who have lost people become the appointed
…aid, looking for whom to save on empty stomachs
It is a sign that a country is on its death bed

For how can there not be a safety aid
In crises?
How can there be no protective shade
In disastrous uprisings?
How are the affected supposed to turn saviour
When emotions are running like rabid dogs?
Contingency plans are for great nations
…through great minds
Let ears with wise holes listen to reason
To stop lives pushed through the colanders of death
…on all Black soils
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 2023

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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