Child Bride

The time has come to
Whisk her away. At an
Age when fear of her
Period's import should not hold

Sway over her delicate mind.
And the memory of mother's
Love - should nestle like a dove
Within kind and innocent eyes.

The time has come...
The old balding senator
Face full of fat - bearing ugly hairs
His depravity and pedophillic tendencies...
Haphazardly masked
Behind veils of Religion and Tradition...

Lord I beseech thee
May his prick shrink atomic.
Let the girl child
Feel not the transition physically
After going through such mental strain.

Thrust into motherhood
Before sweet childhood has reached
Just conclusion.
Thrust into motherhood
And yet her womb should still be sealed
Her squeals caused by innocent play.

Who would save the day?
How many of you
"Proud and powerful" Nigerians
Would dare raise voice?
So few of you were to be found
When gay love was criminalized
And human rights
Pounded like oh so many yams.

How many of you will quit
The pointless yarns and defence?
How many would call a spade a spade?
How many would name and shame these satanic slaves?

How many of you would affix your
Hearts and souls
To movements aimed against
This onslaught of barbarity?
This descent into moral anarchy?

At twenty-three i'm exhausted.
The battle is far more uneven
Than David's toil against Goliath
So when push comes to shove
And poetry doesn't stick
Then my friends I shall turn
To the steady reassuring click
Of revolutionary guns.

For already enough is enough.
Say no to this devilish law.
By fire or force
For words can always be hidden
By the simplest of runz.