Our Turn Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

The art tells what the artist is doing…
Never could had it been and never would it be the paint he or she uses…
It depict colors
Afraid to be frame with fears
Fairly the fairy tales goes! ! !
Married but not marry with chains
Caught in the act of the author
Authoring words spoken deep
But swallow in the eyes of all
No size could the elephant be…! ! !
It can never enter the thin hole of the ant
Resisting the tables turning
Detesting all songs but one could be your favorite
Matters do matters…
Our turn will come to do something good.