Jonathan Tafreg

October 04,1985 - Blantyre, Malawi

A MONSTER OF OUR OWN MAKING

He came from nowhere,
Terrorizing the neighborhood,
Sucking blood of the less fortunate ones,
A monster of our own making!

His home looked much like a shipwreck,
The one that sank centuries ago,
Rusting down the bottom of a dream sea,
A monster of our own making!

His canines sharp like a razor blade,
Piercing into blood veins across the neck,
Of those paying for their offensive births,
A monster of our own making!

The people needed someone,
Someone to lead them to salvation,
Then the idea of democracy popped up,
A monster of our own making!

They sang and hold no to their applauses,
Whispering from tongue to tongue,
Praising free and fair elections,
A monster of our own making!

They had a party at the state house,
Plenty of wines and colorful women,
Signing treaties in private mansions,
A monster of our own making!

They called him a legend,
King of the poor,
The ones who exist only in his mind,
A monster of our own making!

They voted for him and yet,
He gave them hell in return,
As a parting kindness to bind them together,
A monster of our own making!

As they waited for the next election,
He pruned them down like tree branches,
Those who went against him,
A monster of our own making!

And they cried like starving babies,
Cursing all sorts of ancient curses,
At last they feared him even when bringing gifts,
A monster of our own making!
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