I AM A MONSTER

Legs of iron
Walk through this hell
Into the snow
Beneath which lie
The thieves who stole our innocence
Revived and lured out our dead-in-buried-slavery
Like zoo guards do fierce lions

II
I will wish to light them a fire
Which will burn into desire
And will blast into their attires
And turn hellish fires on their colonial ghosts
To extract all sweats
Tightly tune thirst
Until their knees walk in regrets
As their fores look on
Chained by their invisibilities

III
I am a monster
Yes, a monster they created from angels
Why lure out a lion
If you have no claws to fight it off your young?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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