No matter the level of drought
In the sky
There’s the occasional dewdrop
A little is better than none
None is none
So who wants none
When he can have it all?
Let tongues travel
Across the sea and back
Making me infamously famous
It is a starved plant which hears its stomach rumbling
Casting aspersions will do me no harm
You have to walk in these shoes to feel the heat
I can lie in wait for a river without water
But can’t be thirsty sitting close to a river overflowing
With no thought of the river offering to quench my thirst.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
No matter the level of drought
In the sky
There’s the occasional dewdrop
A little is better than none
None is none
So who wants none
When he can have it all?
Let tongues travel
Across the sea and back
Making me infamously famous
It is a starved plant which hears its stomach rumbling
Casting aspersions will do me no harm
You have to walk in these shoes to feel the heat
I can lie in wait for a river without water
But can’t be thirsty sitting close to a river overflowing
With no thought of the river offering to quench my thirst.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014