Victim Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

She walks to the slain
So energetic, in her voyage
Will she bare the pain?
Later to be inflicted, villains triumph of age

Yester she was shy,
After the deed, she would vanish
Without a trace, clean, clear like a blue sky
But today in broad day light as they finish

Bold she appear, with a sour taste
All the dust, white seems so resourceful
No worries to him, she is a lucrative paste,
Will he reveal his wiles, deems so deceitful

Blind folded yet she strolls further
Deep into the dark, leaping
In her summer jaunt, she leaps further
Will she discover she is tripping?