Avenge Our Blood Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Vexation of the spirit,
An accrimonitous satisfaction of thirst and hunger-
The quest to appease irrational angst;
The angst of moral decadence.

Unto their cry no one hearkened.
Yet
They wailed and wept bitterly.
Degraded and molested,
Their dignity was cast upon the mould.

And the God of Feminism...
Was he asleep?
Why he in deep slumber?
Where was his sceptre of justice?
The right hand of his authority?

Bewildered in the cry of the innocent massacre...
Shall there blood ever at peace be?
To arouse the Anger of the Almighty:
For again there blood shall be avenged-
And the pepetrators of this evil condemned.

If thee humans do not heed...
If you give not up these animalitsic tendency of yours
That beastly degradation of the purpose of good,
Then shall Karma on thee be visited
For the God of Feminism truely
Shall avenge their blood.