About the #SexForGrades, i have created this.

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A SONG OF BROKEN GODDESSES
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this is a poem of muffled words and wingless lines:
one that is richly smudged with tones of anguish;
one that has refused to be swept by time's drainage,
one that begins and ends in loathsome memories,
inflicting hollowness in a once pristine but now damaged bodies.
we were once free and untamed like thunderstorms.
we once had thoughts of mere flowers and happiness,
we once had autonomy over our honeywells and desires
but like asteroids, we are now vestiges of dead stars --
courtesy of perverse vultures and foxes in high places,
courtesy of fathers who have lost the touch of conscience,
courtesy of shepherds who go bestial on their debile flock,
courtesy of old skunks who find salvation in the hips of butterflies.
how long… dear good people, shall we sing and wait for the sword of truth to rip the veil of manipulative secrecy apart?
how long shall you watch and allow us get manhandled?
how long shall you allow wild boars and sociopaths
devour your precious, beautiful lambs and colourful lilies?
how long shall diseased subhumans plunder the bodies
and souls of your girls before you rebel and revolt?
rebel against the wolves. renounce them. expose them.
give us the peace our spirits have long yearned for,
because like, a prisoner, our minds seeks freedom.
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Pat Ashinze. Ilorin, Nigeria. October, 2019.


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