The Murder

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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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