Taming Me is Not Easy

 

Taming me is not as easy as you think, 

For you cannot contain me in your 

Petty accounts of suppression. 

If you think of taming me, 

Honey, you have to think twice. 

I'm not easy as the animals you tame, 

Or your subordinates you have at your beck and call. 

No, I'm not questioning your taming abilities, 

For which you are renowned. 

But I'm overconfident about my abilities to overpower you. 

The fire and my silk dress made of years of struggle

Are great warriors and killers. 

They can torture you and your allies, 

With the faces and lives of people, you have trampled down, 

They retaliate your atrocities through their cries and curses. 

My dear, you may not have any idea, 

But it is not easy to tame me. 

You judge my appearance and make a move with your whip, 

But your whip can be crushed and thrown in four directions, 

Which grow and produce thorns of insecurities around you. 

Even if you come like a chameleon, 

I can identify you, 

With your foul mouth and indecency

Ingrained in your blood. 

Now you know, taming me is not easy, because it torments you. 

And when the dust settles

With you and your allies running away

With your taming policies, 

I will open your petty accounts of suppression, 

And release the prisoners. 

At dusk, we will rejoice and drink 

in the ecstasy of our freedom and strength. 

A. C