CRY OF A WIDOW

Azeemah Jimoh

As she knelt on the corrupted earth Tainted by the unfairness of life Her cries resonated through the crowd Yet her pleas were ignored Forced to do their biddings The choice was taken from her To refuse was an abominable deed Lest she be accused of his death Her love for her dearest was genuine Still it was not enough to prove her innocence How could she murder her other half When the mere thought broke her soul In proving her fairness She was made to commit barbaric acts Hair shaved as she layed with the dead Vile liquid from her beloved's body forcefully shoved down her throat Cruel faces of old women Smirked in satisfaction and smugness Still it wasn't enough Robbed of her properties by greedy hands The sense of belonging, gone from a warm embrace turned cold Love-filled eyes forever closed from her gaze Smiling face, pale and cold like stone Soothing whispers of love, lost like an echo to the wind Memories of her once happy life Filling the lonley days ahead For it shall be cherished Until her last dying breath

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awesome!

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