Finger
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Pound for pound
it hits my frame
regrets
choke my memory
could have been a dream
but it wasn't
palms cupping my brows
violently
head pushed back
against the concrete
for her it was the floor
for you the lamppost
we struggled
together
I broke those fingers
fought it out
we thrashed
you did , she did , I did
light was relative
for sight was stolen
the hands closed
upon my eyes - your eyes
reaching out I could feel
sinewy arms , I thumped , it groaned
headlock
for fear of being heard, it /she/ he
never spoke
I stopped moving for fear
of a broken neck
headlock
I remembered my voice
and just as I did
a finger went down my throat
I convulsed, you gagged
I could hear you from miles away
noisy neighbours
we were christened
our outrage muffled
this government machinery
will have us labelled
as noise makers
we the victims
would not be allowed to scream
our fellow citizens
think us noise makers
and when we should be fighting
we give up
for no-one wants
a finger in the throat
and when (your motherland, fatherland)
thinks we quietened enough
it leaves us
moving on to the next victim
knowing for sure
the citizenry backs them
knowing for certain
no one loves a sore throat
encore
Thus grows the culture of silence
And so do all revolutions die
-Koranteng Joshua Yaw
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