Your Young
Oh perpetual winter night
You have devoured the pride of the one brought up prideful,
You have single handedly robbed her of her morals,
Her virtue you’ve served on a platter,
And what remains of her is a shell
Hollow, void, filled with nothingness.
Oh world without end,
Scream...yell...call out...shout aloud to your young,
Rescue her from her promiscuity.
Her eyes have been blinded,
Blinded by the promised pleasures of a life more seasoned than her.
Shake her with vigour that she may wake from her slumber,
Allow her to see reality
For the end of the road is in sight,
Restore to her her pride, layed waste for all to devour.
Luyanda Ngema
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