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

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

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

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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