Knives and Intention
Drawn with anger,
Drawn with bitterness,
To attack, hurt and possibly kill,
He doesn't want to play the second fiddle,
He wants to be at the helm of affairs,
To be unseated is to be irrelevant,
To have a rival is to be partly significant,
All eyes must look up to him,
All obeisance must be accrued to him,
He is ready to hew
any tree that stands beside,
He is ready to fight and restrain,
Forgetting that his end lies in wait,
His fall, like a crashing cymbal.
June 3, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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