Based on qualms
To kill peace and cut us into weeds in our own farms
So we can beg, our made up owners, for alms
You greedy swarms
…who hate to tow the calms!
How can we trust the pen
…which bleeds ink and not blood?
How can we trust the book
…which leads fights with war?
How can we trust debates
…which make baits and stop states
You ask these and feel superior
To take arms and turn recovery into another sickness!
Your intimidation and bloodshed need to be applauded
Because you’ll live forever!
Your conscience needs to be rewarded!
Because it lives dead in a bright head!
Your kind need to be martyrs!
Because you help take million steps back
…when we manage one step forward!
Your religious intercessors must be proud!
Seeing as you follow the dictates of your holy books
To do good in order to demonize our bloodthirsty gods
To live your pious lives!”
These are thoughts of morality
…roaming my mind’s streets
But in the comfort of my mind’s chambers, a great voice rings –
“Sometimes force is the bridge from slavery to freedom
Sometimes arms are the tools
…to out lurking vampires
…for a full on battle to save lives
…a head on fight is the need to feed greed to the dogs
…in order to succeed”
I live this two-faced in my mind
And, oh, I’m not in the least bothered
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 22 2020