The Murder
Her lifeless body lay in the cold
Like a fallen tree
Her soul by now must have crossed the great river
Perhaps resting now with the ancestors
Or maybe wandering aimlessly in the wilderness
She too confused like we are
Her body at the mercy of vultures
Her soul at the mercy of God
The grass reddened with the stain of her blood,
Her throat slit open
Knife on her belly
This is a pity!
Another damsel has been murdered
By unknown spirits of this age
Torturing her to surrender her soul
© Nathaniel Omolola
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