The Fresh Foliages. Poem by Ilori Tomiwa

He threatened her with guns and the cross,
Then shredded her beautiful dark rags.
He pinned her to the wall,
And sated his Adamic desire.
He gagged her mouth with civilization,
And fertilized her womb with whitish waters.
This open sercet birthed our present woe.
They say the child life bears,
It gives succour of the back.
As the shielding dark trees withers,
Should we the fresh foliages
Lose our leaves to white moths?

(c) ilori tomiwa