Each one was frozen

by cowardice enough

to hold back a fist,

by the words just couldn't rest

 

The other,

he had a mental regiment,

intentional trooping towards

the white camp of tolerance,

to break it down

with the purposeful barricade

of militance,

 

And the other,

not hesitating one bit,

was a massive boxer,

throwing hefty verbal punches,

here and there,

till the other guys teeth,

came flying across the air,

TKO! round 1!

 

now for to have

a special degree

in the equipment of oral dynamite,

he blasted the other

into smitherenes,

to the tininess of uselessness

 

Each had lost their dignity

and self respect,

there were no physical punches,

or uppercuts,

or any harsh exhibits of manhood

but words that held

each others throat,

but surely they were

in an emotional boxing ring,

My! those words were

the exaggeration of insults.

                                              By Kakraba Afful


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