I was wrong
I was wrong to try to tear this mud house
Into a palace of comfort
For a future I knew nothing of

II
I was wrong
I was wrong to move you to the best place I thought possible
Knowing not I was pushing you into a dangerous dungeon

III
I was wrong
I was wrong to have left you
In chase of an uncertain future
And I am on my knees like a broken goat
I was wrong
I was wrong

IV
Regret plaster regret painting regret
I was wrong
So so wrong
To have created a hole in our secured anthill
Allowing scavengers a meal through carnivorous beasts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 15, 2018