Those of our blood used as gags
To ride our nation like a horse
Those of our skin used as stones
To catapult our wings as we fly
Those in our names used as traps
To hunt our wins like a game
Review your statuses
For a chick can turn no hawk to escape claws
…in a hawk hunt
II
You can open the gate of your nation
In an exchange of a suitable station
But for how long can you own a station in a nation
…needed in horror usage?
Let wisdom tell you horror hunt has no verifiable territory
Betrayal, no matter how vocal, erases no blood roots to turn the earth a sky
Just know
In a hawk hunt, chicks remain chicks to hunting claws
III
Don’t wait until a shadow of a hawk marks you
…to feel a had-I-known
Uncanny pride which betrays before a fall
Chuckles, then proceeds to help to tackle its previous host
It has no mercy to go as they claim
So betray your stay and pay with your peace and safety
It is only an unfeeling and foolish cobra who chews its tail
…and forgets it is part of its body
You sure will be part of the game in hunt
If you bait your state to fall its stand
Let wisdom descend on you!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 18, 2020
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