I have seen you in the eyes.
You looked like a dire perdition burning down an entire existence.
Your passion heightened by seconds from smoky golden bronze to blazing sunny yellow to slashing red.
You tossed me off my feet into a horrible fiery unrest and instead of fleeing, I was rooted to a spot, shocked.
It’s stupid but I couldn’t move.
I only knelt down where I was, slowly with my hands in the air as if it was an order and as if you were a cocked riffle pointed at me.
How could I have escaped from those daggers which couldn’t possibly miss a target?
I have seen you in the muscles.
You had twitched so hard and vibrated to the extent that from a distance, it made my entire body feel tremor.
I had shrunk to the lowest level of my being and had embraced the earth, willing to fade into its core lest you dealt a blow.
I have seen you in the hair.
You’re so powerful that you made it lose its spirit without a touch. It had gone stiff in no time and pointy like an arrow before my eyes.
I have seen you walk across the streets
You always walked in an urged wicked strides along and across the street. You frequently held a lethal weapon looking for blood to shed, worse still, the blood of the innocent.
I have seen you around the lips too
Even such things as the lips! I have wondered why the poor lips. That’s the last thing anyone would ever like to attack. You so much held it that it trembled involuntarily within your grip.
You make the skin bleed to death and turn to a ghost without having to die.
Why is that?
Your poisonous venom destroy our world and your fire burn down our dwellings.
When will you extend a peaceful handshake to your outlaws?
How do we clear your aura off our individualities?
Can we ever stiffle you with brotherly affection?
Can we ever overpower you with tolerance and kindness?
I hate to see you
I hate to see you around as aggressive and intolerant as you have become.
I hate to see you rule our societies and decree what will happen.
I hate to hear you speak. I would rather you sat and listened.
You shouldn’t react too.
You should sit at a corner and breathe.
Breathe until you’re fit to correlate and disappear into harmony.
I know you’re part of humanity but all we need now is peace.
Calm down now anger, give peace a chance.
© Florence Ezekafor
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.