When Life Spoke to me.
You think you own me
Like a piece of this earth which you can rape?
I won’t dance to your whims
Or pay heed to your commands
If only you knew.
I call the shots
I always have done
But it’s so much fun to watch delusion.
Reap what you sow?
Did you say you deserve better?
I’m not your whore.
I’ll tear at your flesh
And burn your blood till its black
Listen to your screeches ruin the peace of the night.
And when you least expect it
Lift you higher than the gods
Float with you and your pride.
Maybe I’ll rip out your wings
And watch as you lament, memories of what you once had.
Don’t throw a tantrum now.
You can always build new dreams of dust
Gives me something to do.
A sadist, who me?
I’m just doing my job
I don’t discriminate, not I.
You can always awaken
Kiss the hand of your capricious master
Recognise that every atom of you is mine.
Submit to what I bestow upon you
Chaos and mystery
And the utter futility of it all
From the day I came to you till the day I desert you.
Everything you hate, you say
So be it, your plights no different to the rest
And little do you know
Through the eons before you and after
Your sorry tales already been told.
by Sameer Ibrahim
16thof July 2018