THE WOMAN OF OLOIBIRI They drained her heritage; Gabriel Tomoni Allen

THE WOMAN OF OLOIBIRI
They drained her heritage
And disdained her pride
They broke her sacred flower pots
They who snatched her womanhood
While she was yet a timid minor
They named her a faithful whore
Wife to many husbands she made
They who deflowered her virgin beauty
Betrothed her to grieve and miseries
As she wanders with no father's name to bear
They tore her garments of purity
And scavenged her heritage from
Mother nature like vultures over carcass
They cast lots and allotted her fortunes
In their merchandise of insatiable greed
They pierced her ribs and sucked every blood
That ever flow through her fragile veins
Her mornings and nights are snared
In endless torment and reproach
As each day goes bye and bye
Groaning in bitterness like a wounded Lion
In starvation with no hope to survive a night
She's hunted by memories of sweet promises
That breaks her fragile bones like a broken
Mirror in sunlight with tormenting shadows
That mocks her sorrowful existence
Ravaged by all that passed through her
Like a garden by the road side with fruit vines
They who saw her nakedness spited her pride
Daily she sink in her rivers of tears
She's the Woman of Oloibiri
Laden with grieve of broken promises
With bitter scars that buried her beauty
In shame and dejection.
#WE RISE FOR OLOIBIRI.