He has come again and
is covered with empty promises
made some years ago.
The high has come to low.
Look! he has come again to
suck the blood that is left in us,
to lay eggs in a new land far away.
On a land we own, we pay.
I say look! he has come again, as innocent as dove but poisonous as snake
Taking our own spear, shoot our dreams
His mind is magma and his heart a rock.
To him, our cry drama.

© ATIIG ABRAHAM AVOAK