LIVE MEAT TRADERS
The day's down a-winding
For them it's just a-starting
To homes people are retiring
Their homes they are departing.
Shaming their mothers, they dress
Men's sanity to harass
Stocking their pockets, they prance
With the devil they romance.
That very crown of theirs
They display as common wares
So many unwilling eyes
Their sinful acts caress.
Their greatest of gifts brandishing
Of colors and forms varying
Suggestive smiles and gestures offering
As sons of men keep passing.
On ridicule are the world's finest
Are they not God's creatures, best?
This awful live meat market
Centre for hell's one way ticket!
Copyright © Alozor Michael Ikechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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