we are the dog who caught the game <br />but are made to take comfort in the bones <br />beneath the master’s table <br /> <br />we are the wood splintered by iron axes <br />we are the door ravaged by steel arms <br />and torn apart so they may take the prize <br /> <br />we are the deflowered virgin, raped <br />by sailors from the Seven Seas <br />and draped in shrouds of soft silken threads <br /> <br />we are the abandoned princess <br />waiting for the man who touched her soul <br />to return to free her heart in the stone <br /> <br />we are the vast and endless pasture <br />caught between delicate pale white fingers <br />that pluck and tiptoe away the smile on our faces <br /> <br />and now we shed tears, littered fragments <br />of our broken dreams in every allay of the world <br />while they rub our chests with the fragrance of death<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kofi-its-true/
