THE FAITHFUL ONES ARE DEAD AND GONE

You sit on a stool which many a heart hit
In the game of cheating and spit
At others thinking they’re not fit
…to hit
Eii how?

II
If cheating is engraved in the DNA of men
Then count from one to ten
You’ll see that women are like many a hen
Cock climbs, they love, vary, and they show

III
You normalize an anomaly
And use gender to call it a folly
You use societal gossips to chain women on stakes to be holy
When your waist guns shoot at random in your folly
Eiii how?

IV
Luckily for you, we’ve reached the century of enlightenment
Where all care about their hearts’ brightness
We’ve reached the times of entitlement
Where many care less about societal harshness
So sit your tongue in your mouths’ sorry pit
And watch the emotions your gender have created to fit
…your fellow humans and swallow the pain you spit
For none is no human than another
Think well on how to progress further
For the faithful ones are already dead and gone
Treating another how you’ll want to be treated is how it’s done
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 11, 2023