Cock and Bull Story
I see what I say and when I speak
I say what I clearly see-
A cock did once crow in my village
It was dawn but soon at midday it died
The villagers did many predictions
Had an old man brought in
Revive the animal they all meant to do the herculean task.
The old man rehearsed before them his past
Ideaologies.
To save the life of the poor pet:
“And when we cover the cock with a metal bucket
And when thereafter we strike the top so hard
The fowl would live”
What is a world of noise to the dwelling of the dead?
A nun suggested we cried onto our Maker
But none would listen
What is a world of noise to the Creator’s Ears
All and sundry doubted?
There was a fight between two bulls
Leaving one with his horn totally broken
He had won the fight all right
Not without injury though
Home he went and his Master treated all his wounds.
The tales are two
The world is one
Its people differ in their thoughts
But truth would always stand
God is Love.
Copyright © Ebenezer Baiden-Amissah | Year Posted 2017
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