I sit amongst the flames of fury
Plotting your demise
Never yielding to the cry of your anguish
Your stubborn pride causing your downfall
Your pitiful riches never saving you as you messed up my life
Your tears never able to quench my burning anger
As you beg for a drop of water
You laughed at the passing of those dear to me
Shifted your eyes from my suffering and
plotted my downfall
Now watch as I pour poison on the faces of your generation
Whose stubbornness are as hard as the bones of their predecessors
A mixture of a scorpion’s sting and a snakes’ veno
Will be nothing more than an eyesore
As I cut open the heavens raining thunder from the skies
With the storms by my side
I rock the edges of your inglorious foundations
The nest of anger I built for you were not enough
Hence I decided to open an account
Seeing my rage alone was not enough
So I want you to have a taste of it
As I smash your head against the wall
Pleading that suicide will be mercy
I turn a blind eye to your plea
All along I wait to hear you say
‘What is wrong?
How can I help?’
And those three golden words
‘I am sorry’
Yet all these elude me
Meanwhile I still await to hear those words
Till then, feel my wrath.
Author: Emmanuel Osei-Asante
