Neene
Tell me stories sewn on your scars
Stories you walked in the morning of your life;
Tell me how purity muffled your sexual organs
Till age ripened them.
.
Neen!
Tell me of your crystalized pain
The wisdom under whose guardianship
Men learnt hardwork
Not ****** harvest.
Neen!
Shrine of our ways ancient,
Speak to the revival of our heritage,
Tell me of days
Under whose wake each phoneme
From a child's mouth knew respect
And truth.
Tell me of times old
When Kidnapping by condoms men knew not
Days sex meant marriage validity
And procreation..
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