This Metaphor
Here is my metaphor
Don't touch it now
I am a fisherman with a deceptive line
I throw back nothing
But by clever design
I bait and hide the deadly thing
Word like a bomb exploding
When you shackled my feet
You did not undersatand
You were walking on oral quicksand
My tongue is crucified if you fetter my hands.
In a coffle
There is no need to negotiate
The eleders have left the tree and closed the gate
I have no home again
I am your fate
This metaphor, this oil on water
This incubator of fire.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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