Entrapment Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

I understood none of it
that those parlous tasks were to serve
as assurance, preludes to much
perils yet to come
with no option whatsoever
to withstand or withdraw
examine then the stretches of my fidelity
and the exposed features of my perfidy

this role of servitude is my turf
measure then the depth or shallowness
of my wisdom
where i stand i'll let you decide
and the rasp orders that block my ears-
i'll let them slide
God knows how much i despise confinements
that lecture me how to betray my fealty

but when i'm gone will you talk
of the Acuteness of this used or abused Fool,
the Omniscience of this unbeknown Layman
or the Dependency of your proclaimed Entity?
Will you brag about how fabulous a job you've done
standing up on behalf of society?
well, i pray that your society
does not retrace my steps