THE THOUGHTS ALIKE

Written by: Victoria Nunoo

In the greens, from the tree, 
Came the same fruits with the same sweet taste
Yet they thought of each other superior to the other
From each other’s eyes flared competition; 
Dwelling in pretence of likeness for each other
Secretly yearning for their freedom of speech;
Crouching in wait for their strike; 
Waiting in anticipation for their time
Swearing and cursing under silent breath
Never for once under estimating their opponents cleverness
For they know better than that
Tis better to keep a friendly fake face 
Than to make ones intention known
The secret ingredient of success? 
The element of surprise
To take the victim on, unaware
She never saw it coming; she never saw it explode
Hitting like that boosts the ego; sweet victory
Only hope it lasts; for the opponent won’t remain fallen
With a greater force she will rise and avenge
Unlike her, do have the upper hand and 
Rob her of her element of surprise
Or suffer worse fate
It becomes like a cycle; 
A cycle of score settling
It goes on and on, 
Till one surrenders victory to the other
That hardly happens though; 
For none wants to wear the face of defeat
It simply won’t happen!!!


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