Why did you in pleasure call for him
And make him to be guilty of obedience?
Why did you in regrets her life maim,
Aided by the vampires in white aprons?

Kings had died in your hands!
Queens’ bloods kissed your sands!
The great suns, moons and the stars
Have fallen from you into silent earths!
O those who should be in the parliaments,
You’d led to rule the world from the toilets!

Why did you in pleasure call for him
And make him to be guilty of obedience?
Why did you in regrets her life maim,
Aided by the vampires in white aprons?

He too has dreams to fulfill,
Not to be shattered with a pill!
She too is meant in life to lead,
Not to be uprooted like a weed!
Why making your womb a bus,
Driving the little souls into holes?

–James T. Abel Adesitimi

From parent blog Deeprows (WordPress)