Cowardice

COWARDICE My Good Brother My Good Brother; When did you turn to be a woman? A fearful woman polishing your face with several Bright assorted creams, Tending your hair with expired permanent waves, Wearing very short and transparent dresses that Revealed the most hidden parts of your precious body, Telling us all your secret plans and intents, Talking much without any action, Walking shakily in all your strides? When did you turn to be such a spoilt woman Having decayed morals? Offering to everyone you invited home to enjoy your drinks Toxic wine to depose their minds? When like a hen you should have lain upon the eggs you laid You scattered them --- You scattered even our flock when you should have Given them hay to feed upon As a good shepherd does. You poisoned the ears of our dogs to bark around and bite Innocent people like mad rabid dogs. You promised to give our cats healthy dish Only to give them rotten fish Just to sicken and weaken their brave hearts. When would you put away your evil character? Be the true man we know you to be For all this is mere….. Cowardice. By Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah P O Box LG 1254, Legon, Accra. Contact: +233(0)245310380 +233(0) 201257024