Price Poem by Blessing Ekpe
Price
Lies, Deceits & manipulations,
are the works of your hands.
Blinded by your look,
she gullible & ignorantly fall,
Trapped by your selfish skills.
Deeper she went along the road of no return.
Her innocent taken for a ride, pride dashed and trampled upon.
Longing to be loved & appreciated.
She sought for love & got it.
But it came with a gun shot at her.
finally the Grave was her bed.
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