Ifeanyichukwu Dominion Anyabolu Poet Didactic

Pull the Trigger

PULL THE TRIGGER 
Pointed a gun to my chest,
To chatter it like pieces of crests,
I know your bullets are like darts,
Fast like four wheeled carts,
And as swift as a cat,
Your pistol made you the predator,
Others the prey.


Have endured the tortures,
And still have breathe in me,
The clouds of fear no more in my heart,
Remember that a jailer is no different from the prisoner,
Both lives i n fear of the unknown .
Clothed in black like an assassin


His visible eyes as red as blood,
Try all you can but you won’t get a clue,
Why stand still with the gun pointing to my chest,
M an ! pull the trigger.
                 
         ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION
                   AD 2019, 20 MAR

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