Do you think I am a round-faced coin
to be tossed by unwieldy hands
shouting heads or tails at destiny?
`I’ am not the nominative case of your verb of sacrifice
Neither am I its nomenclature
You can’t beset me anymore with the vulgarity of villainy
It is not my volition to feed the beast
I just want to sit with myself, like a couch by the fire
and witness the logs of the delicacy and fragility of my soul
burn their bright ideals that I held for so long!
Even emptiness can be sworn as a virtue
I don’t want to relate my stories anymore
If you think they can be convulsed into an eye of the storm
I just haven’t got the inclination to be a bee in the bonnet
I want to listen to myself in its calm silence
Let the river of time take its own course
You think I am going to be marginalised by that malevolence
I am sure I have an idea of culture to cultivate the leftovers of me
No more tyranny, please! No more treachery!
Go on your fours or twos whatever suits you. I just think that you all ought to know
those that have an illegitimacy shouldn’t have any more opportunity!
I am flaking off the encumbrances that think I am a mere rotating wheel
to give them the destinations of their undeserved fortunes!
I have never and will never ask for your draft of material reciprocation
I have never had a whiff of that whimsicality ever in my many timeless lives!
And those that were and are mine should have the courage to say so before they belong to me!
I am sworn never to share you all with my enemies then!
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