Conversations With The State And Judgment Debt
Posted by Business in Ghana on July 28, 2013
AMIDU TRAP NO AKYE BELA
In those days,
Amidu’s woes were probably,
Woyome’s cruise
then,
Think my son, think!
Think not like the crab
who lost its head
by trying to save its ears
on following friends, think
for when the tall one refuses to bend
and the short in reverse neither stretch,
then,
the kiss of an honeymoon
that should have boon as the moon
would be lost. Think!
Think my son, think.
Allow your involuntary actions
to react by slapping the King
when a fly settles on his cheeks.
Think! For it could be the best time
Think as a son of a fertile compound
of traditions and culture
by acting as the blind who throw stones
with the assurance that, he has stepped on one.
Think!!
Think my son, think again
so even after your death
thy soul is not haunted by the long sufferers of the living
or the inquisitive fly who resisted your tomb
Think now or never, for evil doers exist
Think my son, think
You could be a laughing stock
booed by the rats
with their belief that,
they’ve escaped the claws of the cat
They think not of tomorrow my son, so think
And now,
of this day,
if Amidu’s Waterville is probably Woyome’s Waterloo,
then,
Think again
Think my son, think
For he who laughs last
Could laugh the best
Copyright © 19-07-2013
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah
Ghana
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