Sandra Lost Her Pride Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

When we bend the wind and glory of time to reach thy coast,
Fighting monarchs and robbing our pockets to please thy heavenly beauty,
Making the world around us a den of poverty...

Thy beauty highly customized, of heavenly perfection,
Flamingo hairs flowing like Niel, lips of Venus and Pluto,
Eros not of Sapien, but of divine realm,
In Solomon's age, you would be crowned princess of all time.

But it all went naked when we lost our virginity,
Cheaply bought along the market vineyard,
What then remains of thy beauty?
What then becomes thy pride, oh Sandra of many beauties?

Only a strip of naked shame cut through thy iron gates,
Making thee the slut of many sins,
Yet we still long for thy beauty,
And pray for redemption from thy chains of lust and vanity.