Broken Roses

Look at the spot where the bruises Had eaten deep into her body Pains were kissed out in mockery. Watch her mouth and listen to The voiceless whispering of her crying voice Her little oven beautiful face had been Damaged and made to go through sufferness, Trial and injustice. Who shall bell the cat? How long would you torment her? What offence has she committed that You would never give her freedom? i can surrender my soul for her safety She is someone's daughter born when The air stood in the middle of the ocean in mayham. Leave her alone, the rain is yet to come to Brighten her face and buttress her branches as Though planted beside River Nkporo. Let her go i will pay her debt Let her live i will die for her beauty I will go for the sake of her love to those That are left behind me. She is not a slave nor a criminal But a human among the outcast to love. Once broken again, she will feed no more. Grace be still and stir the angry river to Make way for her return. I will depart to that unknown land of still Born peace to meet my brother. Who we once played on the Nkporo ground Where legendary built hut And myth as the soup used to chew Nkwobi I will go dont break the roses again. She needs freedom and liberty just like the Hibiscus in the field of joy and grace.