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.