RECYCLING GARBAGE

We had pure corn
Then complacency forced us to grow a big horn
Which made us discard the corn
For its leaves and husk
We created junk, praised it, then cried until we were forlorn
Then threw our precious junk away to bask
…in delusions for beginnings we should have long won

II
That is not the worse
We live in a forgetful curse
Of going back for many a garbage
…and recarrying them as priced baggage
Now we are like a stinking sewage
Which have abandoned the new page
…of decomposing to fertilize, grow and free this national cage
Funny, we live clothed with many an adage!

III
Why can’t we cultivate new food
For our own good?
Why can’t we plant new seeds
To straighten our crooked deeds?
Why can’t we seek to better leads find
And keep recycling cuffs which us bind?
Why are we the hopeless tunnel
…all strays rush into to their might channel?

IV
Aren’t we tired?
Tired of sitting in the darkness so badly wired?
Aren’t we tired?
Tired of sinking into stench unrequired?
Aren’t we tired?
Tired of sitting in an oven murdereously fired?
Aren’t we tired?
Tired of living in joke houses mischief for us has hired?
Aren’t we tired?
Tired by our tired’s tired tired?
We are now filled with rot
Which we kowtowed and still kowtow to and sought
We are now like rats which our own traps have caught
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 28, 2023