What's our offence,?
Is it a crime to look good and make sense?
My No is No just let me be
Not knowing his intention, he said I will see.

I never knew I could be a victim ****
In my own thought I think am safe
No I was wrong, he said
I plead but he turned on deaf ears.

I told him no, and I even begged him to stop
Deafened by alcohol, he remained there on top
He took away my voice; he is the bane of my life
The physical pain I felt that night was comparable to that of a knife

Because of him, I said all men are the same, yes I said all
And all I could do is blame myself; "How could I not escape?" not even crawl
My friends all dismissed me, when I spoke of what had occurred
They ignored my fearful plea for help, every last word.

Zip up

Are you touched by those lines?
Or you think they are just rhymes?
Either way
Listen to all I have to say.

Remember you will be a father
Remember you will have a daughter
Can you ever pray she should fall victim of ****?
Imagine how you will feel if probably she fall victim of ****.

Girls are not a *** slave
They are treasure to be kept safe
Don't destroy one because you wanna have a taste
If you do your life will be such a waste.

Say no to ****
zip up your trouser
Never be a party to destroy
Girls are never a *** object.

Parrot pen

Empty
Thats just all I could feel
The reason am once full
Is the same am empty
Broken
The voiceless heart breaks
Broken to millions pieces
Hurt
Not from the love that burnt
But from the love I flaunt
I felt hurt
Hurt deep inside my thought

Can I still love with this memory ?
Hope I won't come back with the same story ?
We were strangers... Then best friends
And now strangers again after the bestie trends
Anyway for boys like us
WE WILL FIND JOY.

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,


Tied to my time
Tic tock tic tock
Thats the soundness of my time
Right in my heart o place my own clock.

There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last.

My existence is timed
Nailed with me like as a cross
Moving all day with my clock by my side
Death alone is able to path us.

There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
'Tis like a child's belovèd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast

Child look, the time is fast
Faster and it wait for no one
The faster the nearer
You are tied to it, you are moving along with it.


© parrot pen
® *Akindele Olalekan