Fri. Dec 13th, 2019

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LOST AND FOUND

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On our foreheads, we’ve plastered our hearts

Our brains are under our feet
Our skins can hear more than our ears

Our eyes are covered with clouds of ice

But the few with their hearts in their palms

Will be seen covered in palms

We are all worried about the names we are wearing

Never bothered about the scripts we are writing

A mimosa is receptive so an oak must gloat

Our shoes turn us into lunatics when a Lunatic preys

Our clocks have turned us into cheetahs so no one prays

nuggets of peace are pieces of pricks on our adorned flesh

We are pining for tomorrow

But we are loatheful about our now

The next sun looks pitchy
But our present feels itchy

Like dogs our senses are our emprors

Like sheep we are lost and found

The few with their hearts in their palms

Will be seen in pews of bliss

POET: KOFI BOATENG

(GHANA INSTITUTE OF JOURNALISM)

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