Mum C writes


The tree that is processed

Into toilet tissues

Did nothing to see and feel such horrors

Nothing is fair


Nothing is fair

The land which gives us food

Did nothing to carry horrors of its gift

Really nothing is fair


One who wants to play and is played

Needs no loud voice in mega phones

Neither doe he need buckets to cry into

Nothing is fair, nothing can be fair

In this twirling ball called earth

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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