Polished legs thread from far
To the cenotaph of the martyr
Outside this cenotaph is an expensive son et lumiѐre
Some ears are cocked in pretence
When they obviously take strolls
In the opposite direction!
He gave his life on a strange land
But who cares?
Male minds respond to the calls of the brazen hussies
Who see rare courtesan opportune moments
Just look at that Don Juan! Unbelievable!
And see the rich floozies’ eyes shooting lusty beams at him
Albeit he breathed last
Thinking they cared
His spirit must be shedding tears of regret
At his foolishness for giving the only thing
That mattered; his life.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
Mum Cee 
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