His lips were coated in sugar
His voice was a metaphor of honeycombs
But we now know
He is an irony of destiny
He came to steal her wealth
Meagre leftovers of his fore-runners
He came to destroy her
With laughable wit, unorganized structures
He came to kill her
Yes, even her soul which was convalescing
See him raping her!
“Somebody, help!” she shouts
See him strangling her!
“Somebody, help!” she yells
See him plundering her!
“Somebody, help!” she laments
Ah, you all are watching him!
Even you, lion-hearted mouthpiece!
Are you yet mesmerised by his oratory
Or your hands are soiled
With the oil he stole from her breast?
Mean and malicious
Don’t you know him?
Here is his name _____
Written by: Dennis Dighimini-sanami
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.