The Sullied
On the streets of Lagos,lumbasa , Kigali,
Cairo and their environs ,
Shame etched his name on your skin
You’ve become a site for dumping
For all willing to dump
Gone is thy once-proud stature,
Now a harlot to Pitiable exchange,
Opening for every Harry with Dicks,
To be violated time and time again.
From noble lineage thou sprang,
Chastity thy emblem of might,
now a vessel of disdain,
Clad in rags, masquerading as night.
Oh, how the currents of time dost erode,
The virtues once etched in thy core,
Now bartered for fleeting gold,
Adorning thyself, a mockery to adore.
What tempest ravaged thy noble frame,
And stole thy essence, pure and bright?
Was it the ceaseless onslaught of shame,
Or the fading whispers of thy inner light?
And now thou art but a shell,
A mere specter of once was,
Thy name a symbol of lost fame,
A testament to virtue lost.
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Segun Banji
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