War Against Lust Of Men Poem by Folayemi Akande

These vessels of verse, o great goddes
Are creamed with words obscure
As of a warrior's fretting stance
I sharpen my words and shine my lines
In defence of your fearsome trance.

As manly my weapon, and well buffed my clout
All you put to use are your lashing lids in defence
From your magical glamour where-upon is moonlight of life
That trumpets from your thin fighting line
To your sizzling lips beneath where disirous men entrapped.

Great goddess, who dare shines the lamp of sight before you
If not mockery you make of such unpolished things
Like a candle amidst the crimsoning sunlight.

I have come Princely as I can
To set your captive shrine loose
And captain all men, where-to they shall be cleansed.
For i bear not such luscious things.