My Daughter's Victory

MY DAUGHTER'S VICTORY A lie A deceit from hell Basket filled with lies Lies still in his grave A misery Talk the walk A wise fool Very faultless An Infidel Sticks to the pants that feeds him Scratches his feet on the ground Like a day old chick In quest of a corn seed A beast Better caged up in the zoo Barks, a dog Bites without instincts Apologetically useless Oh! my unborn daughter Bonded in the spirit It hurts anytime it flashes my mind that Angels have also had their fair share Of the tyrant head I cry But, I find solace in the fact That my daughter is I Well groomed, properly taught and well fed My daughter, my love, my life I can't wait for the extermination of man That glorious morn when my daughter and I Would smile at his fall at the foot of his grave Celebrating my daughter's victory.