Treasure Island

segun Johnson Ozique

(25th, Sept.1961 / Lagos-Nigeria)

Rape has no 'right'-evil


Like highway robbers of pure evil virtues
Like stranglers, harbingers of troubling sleep
Like satanic cravings from the deep boil of hell
Are paedophilic hearts in hunger for infantile.

Like deepness of sadism knowing no bounds
Like absinth that comes with sickening joy
like lost in the anomalous of cat king of rats
Are satanic bullies running loose butts to rape

Like dying made precious they rape by religion
Like death adorn depravedly they rape in gowns
Like stripping all of humanity: they waylay victims
Are among us, normal but apostles of evil, beware.

Submitted: Friday, June 06, 2014

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For all victims of rape

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