I Was KGB
I walked where borders were mere lines,
Invisible ink beneath my strides.
No passport stamped my phantom face—
I was the ghost in every place.
Seventeen tongues danced on my lips,
From Moscow winds to Cairo ships.
I whispered codes in birdsong tones,
And sent the sparrows into zones.
Their wings, my messengers unseen,
Slipped past the guards, unheard, serene.
I wore a thousand crafted masks,
Each one flawless for its task.
A merchant, monk, or soldier’s guise—
Truth drowned beneath a sea of lies.
I played their minds like strings of art,
Each heartbeat mapped, each fear a chart.
Psychic sight, my inner flame,
Saw secrets long before they came.
I bent the steel of what is real—
With just a thought, the earth would feel.
Telekinetic wrath unfurled—
I cracked the skin of this old world.
With just a blink, I moved a tide,
Exposed the whispers nations hide.
Vaults of power? I had the key.
The darkest truths, revealed to me.
I watched as kings in silence bowed,
While empires burned beneath the cloud.
Data, secrets, blood, and shame—
I held them all, and none could name
The face behind the rising storm—
A ghost beyond the human form.
They feared what they would never see.
Who truly knows what knows the KGB?
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2025
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