Friday, December 13, 2019
They have made me an owl in a marketplace,
And they say, pout your beak and hoot,
Stir the night,
And hoot again.
You will be what we want you to be.
They drowned me in the great river,
And I became one with the deep.
They have clipped my wings!
They want impossible things,
And glories that cost nothing.
Twisted engineers of rogue nations,
They want to control my mind,
They want me in their army of zombies!
But, I am the last human,
And, I choose to be free.
Anyim Mobuchi Noble
Topic(s) of this poem: sacrifice