The House Of Heaven Poem by Ugochukwu Aneke

Ruth excelled in naive innocence
Sowed a seed purely for the purity of adulthood
Until the shoot of her flower got torn
She lost faith & wallowed away adamantly

Rose bore the burden of her indigent family
With her infinite gift, she got their needs
And got lavished by ready luscious men.

Rebecca and her soul wearied in sorrow
Knowing that philanderers' beds are rosy.

Women forever would have gods to blame.
They mustered a cluster at the frequent brothel
And sought with all breath, Caesar's coin.
They killed all throbs in their soul navels.
But still, its only sinners that become saints.