Boys be free men in your daily endevours and dreams!
The pastor wrapped up as the boys took to their heels
An hour to night preps was for a quick bath and a bite
Kobole rushed for the corner shower just in time.
Gabby marched to the bathroom loosening his belt
He paced into the bathing holes licking his sweat
Other ‘monos' knowingly watched and cowed in pain
Hushed tearing tales of his evil thrust in those holes
Kobole knew he had to save the holes from Gabby.
Gabby smacked his lips and made for Kobole's breast
‘Now what are you doing? ' Asked the fresh boy cold and fret
Dry vicious rage chocked his gut like a rattled komodo
Then Boom! Heavy blows sharp wails and cries filled the holes
Gabby was alive, but not his penile veins and bones
Kobole had rescued all the holes, fresh and old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem