Monday, 1 June 2020

π•ƒπ•šπ•₯π•₯𝕝𝕖 π•€π•šπ•€π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•Œπ•¨π•’ 𝕓π•ͺ π”Έπ•π•šπ•€π• π•Ÿπ• π•žπ•š

The Mother Earth cried 
As our lil sis Uwa dried 
Groaning in her own blood 
Submerging the cross as flood 

In her quest to change the story 
That put her in a given category 
She trusted science and faith 
Reading and praying to beat her fate 

In the morning she went to school
And then to the church as it’s cool 
In quest to better her fatherland 
But they all turned to be a fairyland 

As monsters went to hunt her down 
Pitilessly, they crawled into her gown 
Soiling the house where we seek God 
Then evaporated just like a death squad 

And came the vultures to eat her up 
The police in their method of cover-up 
Started asking their useless questions 
Leaving us with hopeless suggestions 

The masses then taunted her memory 
Painting the rapists in beautiful emery 
And the victim they mocked and judged
As if the rapist she actually nudged

π”Έπ•π•šπ•€π• π•Ÿπ• π•žπ•šπŸšπŸ˜πŸšπŸ˜

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