All said and done
Nigeria is the giant of Africa
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching
into orbit of true colossus
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker
In her current misadventures
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness
THAT BAD TOUCH ?
She felt the same thing again and again
Which gave her so much pain
She never had a good feel on him,
All he does is act and mime
Thoughts on him gives her fear
Like she can't even bear
Dark rooms made her faint
He ruined her life with black paint
She tried to escape by begging him
But her life came to an end by him
- J(Little writer)
Everything you did to me
Is already done to you
What a weak man it takes to rape
You can never take my essence
In fact your muddy mutters rather
Sound like desperate crimson cries of an infant
One who had too little of this too much of that
And still your parents are not your scape goat
You choose to try and take what is lacking inside of you
You refuse to strive and make your soul worthy of a view
that even sinners have a shot at redemption and forgiveness
So as sordid sips and Freudian slips you dip inside ME
trying to find YOU...oh lost soul.
Here is what happened to me
after the rain shame and defeat dissolved
I remained a level of anger that is
quiet and reserved but strong as in an activist
You can not take my innocence for your strength
It does not work that way for I am a magnet
I pull your strength and grew the balls
you wish you had to be a real power
that flesh between us is temporary
but the soul we have is eternal
and you stain yours with cruelty and lack of worth.
Neighborhood rapists look at you from a distance
Twisted degenerates filled with poison in the mind
Drooling from the mouth, big and fat and limping
A cast on the ugly leg, fornicators, scratching private parts
They want to take trees by the trunk and love them
Holding the branches back to offend
To seduce their roots too
If a knot is not available they will drill a hole
They don't wear prophylactics
As they are not subject to venereal disease
We can only pray for a tree infection
When neighborhood rapists are through with trees
They move on to shrubbery
Some bushes fight back with thistles and thorns
Be forewarned, perverts come in all shapes and forms
An abomination to nature
* Authors note: (My apologies to anyone who is offended or sensitive to this subject in any way shape or form. Rape is not a joke. It is a brutal crime and the worst of all crimes against humanity.) I hope you enjoy the poem for its silliness and entertainment intent.
The lunatic caressed the words of the lips
The saint crept the innocent’s soul
The first spurt his ink in the pulp
The second groped for the flesh’s call
The rhymester’s itch by pen, relief!
The copulator’s, prey’s grief!
The poet died sane with words
The rapist in fire abodes!
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