A lioness battles a bull dog
In a scary, dark and thick fog
All name calling like betrayer and a hog
Will be flogged and caught in an end clog
A gentle soul begs for thumbs in whole
Competing with a monster from a hole
Whose drift would be smeared in coal
And who would become a success foal?
Would history be made
In a dirty blunt hurt spade?
Or history be made
With a first breast for shade?
Supremacists stand side by side
With mean looks on black ‘hide’
Controversies stir pots of dignity
Who gains capture as against immunity?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Nov. 8, 2016
Photo Credit: Google pics