By
Samuel Ayoade
ALIEN MASSACRE II
“My ears! Mother why?
the thoughts I thought taught me to think you a caring mom!”
Groans from hell ascending the verbal chimneys
of hopes cursed, crashed and crushed
in the teeth of scissors, callipers and forceps
on the day that rejected our kind
and sentenced us to imprisonment behind unseen bars
because we have no father.
No doubt,
I, you, we both are unwanted in this place.
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