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They Fear De Say
Running from point to point
Hearing and saying everything
That comes from the masses
In the closet of No Ears.
All Eyes and Ears stare afar. 
Running from the pain that eats them every day.
The Lion never allows the Bull.
To have a day of rest
Given to them, Peanuts, even for their diligent Output. 
From their mouths come sour milk and honey
Bitter-Sweet to keep Hands and Feet in their favor.
Crushing us with weariness and restlessness
That the Eyes, afraid to see 
And the Ears, scared to hear,
And Big Mouths have the desire to say
Only in their brave coward closet.

The day is coming
When the classroom is empty, 
And no Feet to study the Philosophies and Theories 
All with the plan of breaking that pain and
suffering outside the street,
Only thinking about the Stomach and Fame
Without resolving the problems of the past, but adding some.

Shame and regret will be our future 
If we always sleep, keeping our heads in the fire.
Our tears and regrets can’t even comfort us
When all Mouths turn on us with laughter. 
Always begging for food and pennies 
Regarded as dirty pigs with no home.
Wishing that one day could speak to the roaring Lion
But always a Brave coward with a big Mouth.
— By Micheal Ansah in 2019