GULLIBLES IN EMOTIONAL METAL CHAINS

Suns have been pimped by light
In courts of riches no matter how high
Once upon a time
Suns were the only eye leaders
The only dry heaters
And the only tools of light wherever
So they were named after gods

II
None wanted to see suns frown
“Of what use are frowning suns?”
They asked disdainfully
So they swallowed their pains
Which burned like fiery fires into bitterness
Which were mistaken for strength
“Strength” immeasurable in length
Eyes got burnt in their fury
But worshipped thinking they have attained greatness
Until fear made legs drag instead of walking
Until skins’ wrinkles complained of bruises
And comfort was overshadowed by unsafe unpleasantness

III
Now they wish to cry outloud
They hope for all to see their painful brightness
They wish for ears to hear their moans and groans
From the hell-like heavens
That presents itself without blemish
They wish that like moons in darkness
Their imperfections will show
Depicting the depths of their brightness
But no heart seems interested
In sympathising with what is deemed perfection
Those who show such imperfections
Are considered anomalies
Who need to be flipped
So clouds have no chance
In sun’s doped in egoes
What started as godlike now exalts Satans created by fatigue
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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