Fiat!

Ssssh. Listen,

I couldn’t see it until t’was a wee bit too late.

Left with change off gold and rubies and all other precious stones.

Men slaughter for reasons that please the trembling in their blood.

Some for liquor, some for coins and others for the old brute love.

The old fashion give and give.

Fiat!

Yes. Let it be done, please?

To be free of the mornings I wake to a brooding sunshine.

Fiat!

Yes, it is done!

Tomorrow I won’t wake with a devil nesting in my insides.

Fiat!

~Koome Manyara~

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