In Downtown Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Mother, he came at
Roared breathe liquor
Ruffled lips mine
And tore coat made

Mother, he unzip did
Burst lips pecked
Weight to walls
Where tore pants mine-

Mother, I screamed
He fell unconscious
Clamor tarried on
But could pierce dark not

Mother, revive bother
Learnt lips to lips gave
When crowds sneak
And accuse murderer

Mother, law calls tempter
A reason to sin
Was tattered coat truly
Brought by his doing

Mother, know be no murderer
Nor wench earning gallows
But why trusted law deem so
That public witness against?

Mother, why do I guilt bear
That public clamors my death?
Thought strolls beauty my damn
As first clamor a shame, my nude

Mother, teacher strength
Strength that brings my coffin
Teach none to surviving sibling
Only fear, let know beauty be curse