This man insults the other for corrupt practices
Yelling that the accused should be castrated or crucified
Or at least incarcerated for life; if the former will not hold
Our lives are intertwined; in some ways, I bet you
We meet at different junctions at different eras along th way
And some of our meeting points are sinful; truth be told
We are all human pheasants; not even one
Our long untamed tails bring us problems, we know
But we sit here and persecute a brother like saints
Ours have not come does not make us saints
Or put us ahead of the angels of heaven, no!
We are all innocent; for the mean time!
(15th Jan.,2016; Ofoase)
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