ABIKU (The Law Of Karma)
When the earth doth pray for shortie_
The ill will is the angel of kill.
Frail joy summons the hill_
Awaitng the arrival of abiku.
Who will save the day again_
The clan is bought for sins untold.
At tender age you killed_
The blood in your hands doth wailed.
Your name is sold to nemesis_
Who will buy back the lost dignity?
Abiku will pass you not_
For you have killed_
You deserve not a happy home_
Nor the joy of a motherhood.
The ouch in your vocal roared_
In pleasure you called a child_
The doric offer of the gods seem lame
In a scuffle to frown to strike_
To send back innocent soul to heavens.
Were you not daughter of the soil?
Why hurt the gods of fertility_
With ingrate a heart you killed.
Abiku knocks, kindly open.
Be you trouser or skirt_
A Saint or sinner.
Cast your pleasure far from abortion_
Its karma surpass libation
Or cowries to appease the gods.
Who will waste a soul for pleasure?
God is not a waster_
If you dare, you invite abiku for dinner.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen.
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