THE DEVIL THAT I AM

I turned into the devil
Sitting on necks of the pious with my evil
Forcing them to collect hammers from heaven
To hit me with an unsolvable burden
How so?

II
They called heavenly fire
When Saturday stood in front of a fading Friday
And pushed a sleeping Massiah
To shut me down like a weevil with no say
Why?

III
Because I called them out
Rebuking their noises and shouts
Directed at their Lord
Oh I oppressed their voices
Making them question their choices
Just because I chased my sleep
…as their voices cuffed the sleep
And so I turned into their devil

IV
I should’ve felt the fiery hands of their hammers
The heat of their fires should’ve forced on me shivers
Their heavenly weapons, their god didn’t deliver
I was at the mercy of godly killers
Who were dogs without teeth
Stomping in anger, their heavy feet
Tell me why I felt so strong and well
Though sleep deprivation on my face was a tell
The morn of their sleep arrest
It peaks my interest

V
It is funny
The god who forces others to deny others sleep
And delivers weapons to help egos to keep
…the ends of their victory
As worldly laws stay silent
And the oppressed turn evil
As the oppressors turn violent
Calling on fires that need their own bones as fuel
Maybe Satan needs a duel
…in their churches
With the god whose power in their house lurches
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 3, 2024