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Singing dirge to a fruitless womb
Like a sad mind
Chanting lullaby
For a dead foetus
Wandering wonders
Befuddling bleeding heart of a young poet
What will become of her?
Her glowing eye balls
Her seductive lips
Her tempting figure
Testify that she is of noble birth
But why is she the one?
Whose skirt keep malice
With her legs?
Is she not the one?
Whose children’s food
She displays for all to see, even the fool?
Ahah, all in the name of fashion
You prefer to be call an harlot
Are you not the one?
Whose hymen
was broken by age Ten?
Tell me are you not the one?
You are of noble birth
Yet you chose to
Crawl in the dirt
Why should you?
CHANGE!!!
What will become of you
In the end time of judgement?
The narrow path fits you
But your profane attitude kill you
What shall become of you?
You harlot of noble birth
Remember when all is lost
You will turn back to dust.
Written by: Odunola Don Kolawolu
