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