It was a dark and windy night,
The moon reared up its useless head,
providing the earth dwellers little sight,
A night which brought this shame I cannot shed.
My thoughts had kept me awake that hour,
but the crickets only distracted me with their incessant chirping,
Then all at once their voices were made lour,
As though the bells of death were ringing.
They broke down the steel door,
He advanced towards me and caressed by breast,
Tears flowing down my eyes he lowered me to the floor,
Violent clips roll in my mind I cannot say the rest.
To my head he pointed his gun,
So now I ask, what would you have done?
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015
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