Don't show me matches.
Pack your sister's ashes.

For your madness has manifested once again.
And you foolishly think you have landed another gain.


For your Arab and Britt Roman masters.

Who forcefully and craftily handed you a tree branch carved to serve their selfish matters.


Making sure you stand all day fanning them with the tree branch.

Afraid to let you go so you don't discover the main tree with the remaining branches.

They only removed your shackles of physical slavery.

You are dumb if you are waiting for them to also remove that of mental slavery.

Sleep well Deborah.