Soyinka
you and your murderous co.
Ige, how did you rinse yourselves of the
Murderous day that was good night for she
Pistolwhipped and shot a saint in sorrow
After she had defied her murderers
On defying her murderous killers;
Making me to unavoidably ask
Our Nobel laureate to save us the task...
Letting us know how many times the dame
Under the pain of death they without shame
And pity did pistolwhip her senseless
Beating her till her tears ran dry; no less
In her last moments her saintly courage
Confounded captain Blood and co. in rage.
Copyright © THE WOMAN DIED (6) by Simpa Omoluabi
Ige, how did you rinse yourselves of the
Murderous day that was good night for she
Pistolwhipped and shot a saint in sorrow
After she had defied her murderers
On defying her murderous killers;
Making me to unavoidably ask
Our Nobel laureate to save us the task...
Letting us know how many times the dame
Under the pain of death they without shame
And pity did pistolwhip her senseless
Beating her till her tears ran dry; no less
In her last moments her saintly courage
Confounded captain Blood and co. in rage.
Copyright © THE WOMAN DIED (6) by Simpa Omoluabi
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