When pigs fly
I will try,
Be you and not me
Sit when you say
Shut up till May
When bacon gets wings
I will sigh,
Mellow at your feet
Degrade like a disease
Bend at the knees
When pork climb tress
I will buy,
Your voice my decree
Your praise in my teeth
Your service my lease
When pigs fly
I will deny,
The man that I am
The palm of my hand
The make of my man.
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The poetry of OSEI KOFI. The thoughts, imagination, brainstorm and the inspiration. Poetry is the gateway to the soul, the emancipation of the mental. The pen is mightier than the sword and wounds or heal even more. To appreciate poetry is to embrace sensuality, sensitivity and sense. My life may expire but my words will not retire.....Osei Kofi
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