As you plan a kill
To your ego fill
You plan a humiliation
Craving felicitation
If God grants
Realities to your rants
You will be like a terrorist
Bombing your enemy
II
He should end like a goat
His pestle cut
He should end up on a roaster
His hairs crying foul
He should end up butchered
His inns cleared
If God should so grant
Your rants
You will be like no other
But a deadly terrorist
III
She should meet a ritualist
On a dark road
Who will cut her into boxes
As she screams her last
To satisfy your ego
For suffering from her fall
You are no better
Than a terrorist
If God grants your rants
Aren’t we all terrorists? Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016