n her heart,
She laid down still musing
with excruciating pain,
And bitter experience.
Where are the minds of men?
Mind is a terrible thing to waste.
The firmament is enveloped with hate.
As the strong takes advantage of the weak,
With a nauseating nonchalance
Of the strong to the rescue!
They came in the dead of the night,
Violently tearing apart a rose at her prime.
As they took turn to deflower a bloom,
The thought of the aftermath was her anguish.
How do you explain to a child
Who kept asking for a male parent
Who begets her coitally
That she was born of a genocidal rape?
A grotesque burdens she carries,
While her ghouls go unscathed.
But her belief in God is her strength,
As hope gives her life and sustenance.
Her despoilers' antisocial act is cowardice,
How do we know peace in a world befouls with vices?
A world full of strifes?
A million questions....!!!
By Yahaya Balogun,