MOULDING MOULD

I would’ve put my last bet on Betty,
Betty Mould,
Current Attorney General of Ghana,
But my desired shape which i preferred her to take,
Has disappointingly attained fiction,
Parochial party aspirations and sentiments are gradually,
Moulding Mould,
Into a shape,
That would make her poorly marketable,
And gutter her reputation,

The prayer of the humble citizens of Ghana,
People,
Whose unpalatable livelihood would be threatened,
Should ‘fear and panic’ metamorphosed into something unspeakable,
Their prayer is simply this,
Mould, mould your own self,
Assume the shape you desired,
Refuse to dance to party tunes,
Ignore wide manipulative eyes,
Because, inevitably,
When you turn icy,
It is your records and achievement,
That would make you spicy.