DUTIFUL or BUTIFUL

Many are they

Formed by clay

Others by sand

Molded with hand.

Touch not, was the command

Why not, we duly demand

Forgetting our ultimate duty

Is upholding alginate beauty.

How sad!

None ever had

Successfully done that.

It isn't easy but,

This fine girl

Has a story to tell.

To avoid a lengthy reading vice,

She poemed this advice.

Dutiful or butiful

The former is a delight

The latter isn't right

Twins are counted as ones

Although born at once,

Their destiny only comes by chance.

Everyone is beautiful,

Very few however, are dutiful.

Digging for gold hidden

Where benignly forbidden

Doesn't take courage

But desire for such voyage

Suitors of truth and falsehood

Far and within the neighborhood

Who in your despair strongly stood

Behind you as pillar that never shook

May be fished out by common hook

Helpers may fade

Lovers may jade

Money may not be there to take

Especially when duty is at stake

But personality

A twin of integrity

Faith of persistence

Dimpled smile of beauty

And a search for purpose and duty

Will grant an achievement

That will forever live as a testament.

Meet Adwoa, A-dwo-a:

Pronounced Ajoa

Monday born and lover of Bible

A name of three syllable

Like a knock on the door of destiny

Blessed with beauty and sense of duty.

Comments

RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch. All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.

NO MORE DISDAIN

May they all die, If they buy water from Dubai. This is not a curse, But the prayer of a nurse. Oo Ghana! We all call you mama, But we despise your breast, Forgetting she once quenched our thirst. And now we encroach on the milky way, With strikes and campaigns all day, Thinking the galaxy is ours to slay, Not appreciating the sky where they stay. They've eaten and still ask for dessert. So we turn our waters into Milo, And our forests into deserts, So they can quench their thirst. Exchanging oil with gold, Is how the stories are told. All lies, Yes! lies with open eyes. They apply makeup to our faces, With brushes dipped in feces. At the ballot we see them, Yeah with catchy themes, Singing their famous anthem, And we make them our emblem. Should we join the train, Driven by those we kowtow, For half a loaf in our bowl? Are we worthy of disdain? Are we short sighted as they claim? No we won't! Yes you shouldn't! Let them not take you for a ride, At least for once...

JAIL BREAK

So that each and every year Since I met my dear I never ever regret The babe I did get Yes we met in jail Where nothing else could prevail It was in cold April Yet, for each other we did travail Bonded in chains Together in pains But we fought Just as we're taught To remain always tough Swallowing the bitter pills And miming the cough Accompanied by the chills Today we rejoice In the love we forged In the mindset we thought In the scars we begot And the patience we bought So as a day passes by Don't forget to aim high In wet, cold and dry It's possible so do try Break out from Jail Even if it means killing a soldier For many innocent souls Are dead for their lover.

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