What have you done this very night
To have many trample on your right
As claps and mouth-shots act fee
…to have you murdered in cold glee
Were you there when money was made by men?
Did you steal many a family hen?
How did you get so notorious
…as to be shouted at by the self righteous victorious
…before they deem themselves glorious?
I want to see your nature
…and know how they’ve affected your stature
This has been a trend since I can remember
So it makes me wonder
If your skin has been burnt to ashes
If so why the growing fuss?
I sometimes wonder if your body is now like holeful bodybag
…or scattered by the bombs of clapping saints
If it is so why the generational hunting ritual?
Sometimes I wonder if you’re a destructive resurrect
Who die to wake to chase harder your murderers
But the thought makes God seem so powerless
How do you live through the hatred?
Do you feed fat on animosity?
Or your generosity
…makes unjust accusations your growth?
I will always wonder your frame
…and your structure
Which stands firm through generations of clapping Christians
Angered to harm your spirit
…to calm their hearts
Even as their cheaters lead them in their delusions
After taking what little they can have
…forcing false fasting on their rebelling stomachs
…whose sores spell ulcers into years of agony
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 11, 2021