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I see a flash A sight to behold The work of an immortal sculptor Walking straight in elegant pride Worth of a princess of the sun Firmly transfixed in her twelve Moving into the emptiness of an invalid society Her innocence screaming In an unchallenged clarity And only twelve moons The framework of her modeling salivates Wolves in men Who’s been exposed to the virus Emerging from the bush land of their desires To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred And poor me the princess With the *** lunacy roaming the streets, Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge. Swung from poverty to adolescence A pendulum of fates Hunger at home for the family And her homestead a moonscape of desolation The two hundred shillings does the trick She trades out her innocence And virginity too; a girls pride And alongside the legal tender Comes the virus The minute monster Savoring a society of huge minds. There is the tuberculosis In a hospital ward Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed. Drawn into the vacuum of her fate Eyes wide open in dismal finality The princess Lie in freeze frame of death A pyramid of events Molded out of her last several terrible seconds Lamentation for the society A dull eulogy for our girls.
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Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
EULOGY FOR OUR GIRLS
I see a flash A sight to behold The work of an immortal sculptor Walking straight in elegant pride Worth of a princess of the sun Firmly transfixed in her twelve Moving into the emptiness of an invalid society Her innocence screaming In an unchallenged clarity And only twelve moons The framework of her modeling salivates Wolves in men Who’s been exposed to the virus Emerging from the bush land of their desires To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred And poor me the princess With the *** lunacy roaming the streets, Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge. Swung from poverty to adolescence A pendulum of fates Hunger at home for the family And her homestead a moonscape of desolation The two hundred shillings does the trick She trades out her innocence And virginity too; a girls pride And alongside the legal tender Comes the virus The minute monster Savoring a society of huge minds. There is the tuberculosis In a hospital ward Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed. Drawn into the vacuum of her fate Eyes wide open in dismal finality The princess Lie in freeze frame of death A pyramid of events Molded out of her last several terrible seconds Lamentation for the society A dull eulogy for our girls.
AIDS! The parasite feeding on the rotten end of our Morality.
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Kenyan
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
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