What's Bad For The Goose Poem by Abdulrasheed Dawodu

Succour succour
She screams
Higher and higher
Hoping it would reach farther
But his yell outlouds hers
Till the voices quieten

Verily, death comes with it's torment
Especially when the head detaches from the body
And the hands go separate ways
And pool of blood
Flows freely
They die again and again
While this death stares them in the eyes

It is just an order to kill
So shall it be
Your image symbolises death
Your presence signifies the end
The weak, women and children
Plants and animals alike
All in your nest

They just wanted to live
And have a life's glimpse
Their throats you slit
Innocent they were
Again, you smiled your way away