BEAUTY
Beauty, cloaked in garments of Angels but,

You are an embodiment of disgust.

For those that want you,

Are still in darkness of your dreadful act.



Beauty,

You who troubles the King's home.

You made the rich man a farming tool.

The poor sees you and forget his home,

He abandoned his offsprings in shackles.

You have betrayed your ancestors

For smiling abodes are now engulfed by tears



Beauty,

Your dreadful tasks still flows like blood through veins,

For baby's virginity now leave like angry lions snapping at their preys.

Lad's rod now deprive him his freedom.

Your are are a messenger of doom.



Beauty, I can hear the call of your ancestors,

For this furious ink suckles their blood.

Go, for Kings want peaceful homes,

For the rich man wants to return to Babylon,

For the poor now hears the scream of his shackled offsprings



Go, for virginity now assures paradises,

For lads have sharpened their blades to gain freedoms.



Beauty,

Yours ancestors are screaming ,

My Ink has caused them discomfort.

You need to embark on a lifetime journey,

For shallow homes now crave for honey.



Go, Beauty,

Leave everyone but me,

For I'm yet to woo the queen of England.