The charm betrayed his chastity
that he mistook cistern for sink
for he needed rinsing water
after exhausting his coffee discharge
the place so welcoming
for ones i love
hands and glove with crime
so chains befall
he tried to keep his virginity
not until he broke loose
from norms of culture
from bounds of society
more so orb of race
claim never to have played the cards well
'cause the younger he chose the worse
now drawing five behind bars
in meditation like a sick chick
sat blaming the Lora
each tear had every reason to flow
counting lives made in terms of fingers
sun bitten beyond recalling the arithmetic.
a rifle he had so strong shooting
the strongholds of his ambition did worth it
for he claimed the holy book had it
and now what
no justice
no mercy
hell on earth.
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