THUMBS STUMPS

Like market sellers, you can sell your thumps
And like poor passengers, you’ll feel the rough bumps
If you recklessly cast your vote
There are many things you have to note
Like not electing ones who will themselves devote

II
There are many buying your peace with future chaos
Wearing angelic wings to cover their true apparels so devious
There are those tuning minds like channels
So they can fill their ‘goodness’ through lying funnels
Only to afterwards show their fangs through insulting quarrels

III
There are the mini-cats who steal
Returning small fractions to get into your feel
Promising heaven but will deliver hell
In a future without a protective shell

IV
There are those with plans to loot
With pretentious piety but can oh so shoot
With guns of bribery, theft and curruption
Wanting power to own your instruction
So think through those buying your attention

V.
For poor roads know no tribes
Impure water knows no stomachs of paupers
Electrical outages discriminate not
Flooding knows no saving sympathy
When your thumbs stamp wrong
And poor chosens become strong
You, I, him, her minus them
Become the grasses the towering elephants
…will bruise to extinction
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 6, 2024