POEM: REBECCA MARY(1ST VERSION)

 
















(1). Though They Have No Claims To Her Space 
      They Say It's Not Possible 
      She'd Fly With Broken Wings!.....

      Their Language So Wild, So Vile 
      Glued Her Mind Like Lace 
      Poor Rebecca Mary! 

 (2). Morphed For Suicide 
       Her Thoughts Woven Into Yarns 
       Funny How They Noticed,
       The Cracks In Her Soul 
       Sluggards Spat Fire Of Hate 
       Only At Her Barn 
       Poor Rebecca Mary! 

(3). She Was At The Centre Of Their Vile
      Along Old Rome: On Her,
      Long Walk To The Grave 
      A Place For No Man Pure 
      Tis' Her Barn Opened Up Its Enclave 
      To The World She Bade Goodbye 
      Poor Rebecca Mary! 

(4). They Led Her Half Way Her Days 
       Her Foes The Light They Took Away 
       They Ould Say "Perfect She's,
       So Gone For Good" 
       A Stainless Glory On,Her Road To Doom 
       Buried And Forgotten, Bound And Yoked 
       At The Neck And Feet,
       With Chains Of Subjugation 
       Even In Death, Six Feet Under 
       Poor Rebecca Mary!. 

(5). Weeping In Burning Gloom 
      Voiceless In Solitary Smoke 
      Surrounding Trees And Shrubs 
      In Sombre Glow Stir Long Sad Sighs 
      "Oh Poor Rebecca Mary"!  

POET: Babatunde Modupe
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