DEAR MR RAPIST

Dear Mr. Rapist
St. Valentine needed a heartpour
…not a torture
Love is not stealing a waist pie to kill a soul
Neither is it climbing a lie
…to make another cry

II
Dear Mr. Rapist
If you dig your foundation
…on another’s land
The soil cries for its owner
Your toil buys hate from its owner
And your sweat will be a conscience drain
One you can’t maintain in a righteous world
How well can you take sigh curses
…from a wronged spirit?

III
Dear Mr. Rapist
Many a soul have murdered their bodies
For being forced shoddies of crooks
…like you
How will it feel to be a cave
…of screams of bodies with dreams?

IV
Dear Mr. Rapists
Society sees you as monsters
Stealing meats for others defeat
Carving seats of sorrowful beats
Even hailers will deem you cats
…hiding their meat from you
…at their small suspicions
Will you draw a picture of you thus?

V
Dear Mr. Rapists
Fear for your dears
…and stop your queering with your peers
For what you steer today
…will wheel to your generation
…maiming and killing hearts you cherish
For every pain you cause another to gain
…acts football
Bouncing back to hit where it’ll hurt
…when you least expect

VI
It sure will hurt most
…if your body is stuck in the grave
…as your spirit watches your own
…turn foes of woes of your lows
And your bodiless soul will cry seas of tears
…living on with many fears
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 13, 2020