Somebody is not thinking
Minds dislodged in heads
A fountain at Legon springs
A first year defecates on some dried faeces in the toilet
Wiping himself with leaves expunged
From the centre pages of his newly bought book
The best burning lights in the wind
Of mind domination has been lost.
Of doings bearing inedible fruits today
The fashioned streamlining of the thought process
Long buried in the trenches of doom in ancient days
Altered, altered, altered
Every imposed master pig-testing Minds
The openings of light on the hill
Has become refuge not to the knowledge seeking
Certainly not a hub for new things
Certainly not the Nation’s best hope
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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