His eyes are wide shut
His sight has been robbed by pleasure
Pleasure that is not pleasurable at all
To the little she figure veneered by the monster's seasoned body
Its all pain in the gains
Her vagina is torn apart too
There are few droplets of blood on the crime scene
The sandy soils of West Park Cemetery have sucked much of the precious liquid...
Its 630pm and only me and those resting underneath the earth witness this hair raising one-sided jewel
In the end the Devil's son zipped up his pants and left
I gave thanks to the almighty and the thick savanna bush for not exposing me to the dragon
I crossed Mpilo road - the road that passes through the cemetery to embrace my derailed sister
Together we wept till the heavens withdrew their light
Too bad she was deflowered....
By General S.R Mpofu
(Freelance Journalist, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe)
www.sheuregie.blogspot.com)
His sight has been robbed by pleasure
Pleasure that is not pleasurable at all
To the little she figure veneered by the monster's seasoned body
Its all pain in the gains
Her vagina is torn apart too
There are few droplets of blood on the crime scene
The sandy soils of West Park Cemetery have sucked much of the precious liquid...
Its 630pm and only me and those resting underneath the earth witness this hair raising one-sided jewel
In the end the Devil's son zipped up his pants and left
I gave thanks to the almighty and the thick savanna bush for not exposing me to the dragon
I crossed Mpilo road - the road that passes through the cemetery to embrace my derailed sister
Together we wept till the heavens withdrew their light
Too bad she was deflowered....
By General S.R Mpofu
(Freelance Journalist, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe)
www.sheuregie.blogspot.com)
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