Blood Of A Virgin Brother I Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

You are a victim of your own
One dies for all, not all for one.
We learn while we are breathing.
Nwanyieke was not peace loving
Until she was thoroughly shaken and taken,
By nature' swift wings to be reborn;
To give birth to a more gentle race,
Wiser than gods, to wrestle with fate
On account of two revolts or three:
Death, injustice against the human family tree
And one not accounted for: deception.
She shot beyond the mark by one,
An evil act tantamount to committing suicide.
When it fell upon her to decide,
She gambled the life of her son
To mark the fall of her raising sun.