Your Mouth Will Kill You
Very tremendous,
how you go from
baked clay to tarred asphalts,
tearing lovely homes apart,
shattering fragile glass houses
with a set of thirty two nails
and a lash, curled up in one box
— your mouth.
You didn't mean to hurt them,
but you did anyways,
when your lessons of
looking before leaping
eludes you whenever you have
something to say about someone
but don't just weight its consequences.
So awful,
how you go from
early morning to dark night
destroying your dear brother's reputation,
stabbing him behind the back
and feasting on his flesh like
a crocodile feasting on a deer.
You meant to kill your brother
but didn't mean to eat him,
wait, how has your pledges
of being your brother's keeper
failed you like your country's politicians
or did you just fail your pledges?
Well, everyone awaits the day
you meet your doom,
but you know, soon,
you'd create one for yourself
like a crocodile trying to climb
a ladder with its mouth
between the rungs.
©Shomade Abdulazeez
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