(To Safiye Amajan)
Spies of the world come
In differential conduits
Fired by uncommon zeal
Of assumed invincibility
That could stop
The annual migration of game
From the Serengeti to the Masai Mara…
Them appointed by men
Feed reports to protuberant bosses
In shibboleth, code and argot
Feeding fat on the facile sin
Of immediate misinterpretation
Only shortening the desired goal
Of gaoling the usual suspects…
Those anointed by gods
Are ever at their elements
Assassinating innocents
Hard at work for God
Educating the children
Lest they fell headlong
Into same ignorance trap…
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