The Rape of Lucretia

She lay quietly musing onStreams of suitors. Chaste damsel she was, Till men of the under- World broke-in in Numbers,carried her to Another world,under theStars,de-flowered her, Men with steeled hearts, Her pleas went to the Wind. Blood gushed out-but in Turns this saintly creature Was ravaged. After a time,she bore Seeds of vagabonds, Terrors-a bane of the Society,whose deeds,the Night Covers. Peace and love are Strangers in their midst. Yet their fathers say They have done no wrong Only showing her a better Path. Weep for Lucretia,who a Brighter Future bargained. Her woes increase as time Passes by. For the rape of Lucretia Is the rape of Africa.