Death On a Dunghill
Her rest lie at the dung hill
Curled in a fetal form
curled in lasting pang
calling out in vain
life is Pain
life is vain
alas, the lie has been pegged
Hmm, here comes the damned
piling the dung
piling her heap
thus spreading her space
Beauty has a cloaking face
Beauty has no name
Hailed, sung and cherished by the day
With the damned
piling the dunghill
With the damned
Enslaving her brain
Now she is a waste
Behold in pity
Behold in vain
Beauty on a dunghill is vain
Copyright © Ollakunle Campbell | Year Posted 2018
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