GROSS DEFENSIVENESS

It is laughable
When a hand throws a ball to a wall
…and it bounces back to hit his face to a fall
Only for the hand to point at the wall
…and curse a cruelty!
It is gross
…when one builds a bed of thorns
…and is made to test its softness with his skin
Only for “unfairness”
…to walk out of his mouth to start a prosecution
…of consciences

II
He claimed the light in her eyes
…centered his stage
The horns of her breast
…toothed loudly his name
The sweetness of her mouth
…developed an aroma
…which pierced through his nostrils
…in a beckoning that his reckoning couldn’t refuse
And to add salt to injury
…her voice dug all the goosebumps
…from his pleasury needs
…to empty his hunger for a feed
He claimed his last horseback breakage
…was the smoothness of her exposed thighs
…which put bullet in his gun
…into a wake he knew not existed
A wake which overtook him to take a cake
…that belonged not to him
…to shred to his satisfaction
Forgetting he held the keys to all his senses
…all through

III
He forgot of the marital tool
…he turned into a pickaxe
…by turning God into a fool
To cruelly dig into the waist of an innocent head
Digging into destruction the minerals of
…love
…trust
…courage
…tenderness
…and happiness
Replacing them with
…anxiety
…hatred
…fear
…mistrust
…cowardice
…and sadness
To think he was a trusted friend of her household!

IV
There is a derangement that comes with defending
…an abuse used to murder the soul of another
There is a lack of normalcy
…in the fallacy of seduction
Which firewood of provocation
…lights without the intention of a self thunder?
I wonder!

V
Let the world be fair!
Please let the world be fair!
So people can’t snatch fruits meant not for them
…and spew foolishness of artificial hunger in their defense
Let this world honour the wombs that built them
…by killing brutal ills against their mothers
Ills that bring chills even from written quills
For we have traveled too far
…to host this primitiveness of minds
…going bonkers at a sight
We all know each holds a will
…that never shakes without self permissiveness
So the earlier we wake brutes with deserving punishments
The better our heaven building will be
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 6, 2019