Poetry

CHICKEN: (Reciting a poem)
THE CHRISTMAS CHICKEN

In the court of men, i am not a chicken
I am always an innocent one
So they do whatever they like
Call me a chicken or whatever, I care less
Yes I am and i knew it myself
But rememeber you, man
What the fluffy good chicken gives you
I gives the same too
So why the victimization
All fingers are not equal, men
So
If I live, I shall never be happy
Wish I am dead or join the vultures for family
As they share my story
For my last roost,
hear my prayers, maker
As this time passes me, now, that knife starring at me.

(c) Lamptey Godson K. 2011.