The Rape Of Fair Nigeria Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

all, ebony black.
A slave of white chains,
Now a freeborn.
Unsure, she takes a step,
Swimming in the pleasure of freedom.
Men with Arms kidnap her.
The years roll away as emotions are chained in silence cage.
For to speak was death.

Then she is released to soar Democracy's sky,
Cornered by false love of lovers,
Led deeper into pits of lack,
Entangled in Lord Debt's net.
The fair maiden tries to stagger away,
But greedy arms stirs her away to corruption's bed.

The clothes torn,
In the midst of dust the fair soul lie
Her legs apart,
Raped.
Four to Eight, four to eight,
The rapists climb on her with a legitimate smile,
Turn by turn they ravage her,
And the world is beguiled.

Raped! yet she smiles.
In the midst of dust and she doesn't notice.
Like one that dreamed she lies,
Half conscious, the other in a dazed slumber.
Raped she still is,
And her lovers are not filled.
The protest of her hairs are drowned in the power of the crafty beasts,

Her legs lie apart, still.
Gang raped by men of parties,
Ganged raped by her guardians,
Who will deliver her?