Soyinka
how did you find it easy
In perpetrating murder with Ige,
Murder of her whose courageous display
Putting you at great loss in your crazy
And murderous act of she I've called saint
Outright she was brave before men who ain't
Mere murderers but murderous murderers
Operating as most deadly marauders.
Lately as of the year twenty-twenty
Using my poetic powers as a deity,
As a poet and then the Incarnate God
Being a poet-prophet, by my divine word
I apotheosized her murdered by our
Nobel prize man using Soyinka-power
Copyright © THE WOMAN DIED (13) by Simpa Omoluabi
In perpetrating murder with Ige,
Murder of her whose courageous display
Putting you at great loss in your crazy
And murderous act of she I've called saint
Outright she was brave before men who ain't
Mere murderers but murderous murderers
Operating as most deadly marauders.
Lately as of the year twenty-twenty
Using my poetic powers as a deity,
As a poet and then the Incarnate God
Being a poet-prophet, by my divine word
I apotheosized her murdered by our
Nobel prize man using Soyinka-power
Copyright © THE WOMAN DIED (13) by Simpa Omoluabi
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