Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Balance of Terror



Tit-for-tat, 
No, tat-for-boom, 
No, boom-for-doom...

The measure you give,
The gbosa you invite
At the closing

Your teeth rattling like
The anger in your soul, 
Terror-for-terror;
Hell hath no fury like an enemy 
Not fed fully with disaster

Tit-for-tat,
No, tat-for-boom, 
No, boom-for-doom...

The exploding pods of death telling
The story, how long, how terrible
Hatred hath gathered in the militant skies

My tat for your tit only
The normal handshake
In a symbolic exchange of fears;
My doom for your tit a tough statement
About NEVER

Never give 
Never receive;
Never dare
A perfect gbosa!

-- Obododimma Oha