Who stole your water while you slept?

You filthy lying whore who gave away her pepper for five tomatoes.

You tell me through closed teeth that you were raped,

When it was you who put your wiles upon the son of the morning. 

I will write Abu and tell him that you put the fetish in his corn meal, 

And plotted to rope in his Ethiopian mistress.

Who gave you your  charms and that mantra to say?

Tell me, I pray, before I conclude the matter against you.

Did you not tell Adam’s wife that she would see a rapture?

I will send the town-crier to Damascus to announce your debauchery,

How you have lied to us, to make us sing of your beauty, to send us to perdition,

To make us become nothing before the Father. We shall convict you. 

I weep at your loss, Greed, I mourn you, Avarice, I wail for your demise, Lust.

How you have inflamed us one against the other while you drank a certain drink.

You put the blade on the neck of the innocent and shed the blood of martyrs.

I will sing and laugh on the day when They judge you, you wicked filthy whore.   

Damn the son of the morning that he should listen to you.

(c) Iroaganachi Nnamdi Christopher 17th June 2012.