Murdering
with Smiles
Murdering
with smiles is a modern game.
Yes,
we all this time agree and accept
That
well as,
We
smile smiles of those who smile
And
talk talks of those who talk
And
cry cries of those who cry
And
laugh laughs of those who laugh
Still,
honesty contends our recurrent pretense.
When
I lost my son, I promptly cursed plagues
And
though the post-mortem ink noticed poison
In
his clotted blood, we killed one of our eyes in
Anguished
presumption that plagues too have venom
And
chose to forget the meals that the deceased
Ate
on my brother’s own table and we thought less
Of
the water he gulped on his auntie’s calabash.
I
remember the fatal hour when
A
piercing arrow struck my back in the hunting hills
My
very offender presumably carried my torn skin
On
a thorny stretcher, crying sorrowfully
In
frank-like pity (though masking the malice)
And
all the others’ kin lips praised him hero
As
they kissed and blessed him redeemer.
Since
we peg our verdict on folks to the open
Not
suspicion, the smiling murders take chance
Since
we smile because they too have smiled
Since
we weep because they too have wept,
They
choose to silently sting while we dance
Well,
I know open rules over secret but surely
Secret
forever kills her master. And those
In
intrigue are the death-makers of those not
And
those not, often artless victims.
Rurekyera Geofrey
Rurekyera Geofrey
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