Good morning sir!
I see your handwork
I salute your fat muscles
Don’t pretend you don’t hear anything
The tears that runs down her cheeks
So innocent but you didn’t take cognizance
The liar and cheat you call her
Is your real name
But you keep pretending
I hear you preach on the pulpit
Forgive and learn to love
Yet you punch her like a slave
She dare not speak
Because she doesn’t know
Whether to leave or stay
She planted love
But you let it die
While she bleeds you fed
She once had a heart
But you made it a stone
So enjoy the meal.
Art credit: charlse mbeharts
Poem: Maureen Onyinye Kenneth
