Her fragile soul is constantly aching

As it keeps on sinking deep into aging

Her tender heart never stops breaking

For the pirate’s poisonous axe will not cease chopping

Her noble soul is so pale and weak

Oh! My heart bleeds as I speak

‘Coz her golden treasures have been ceased by evil hands…

(Her fellow kinsmen ‘n’ their grotto masters in foreign lands)

Oh! My heart bleeds so…as I speak

‘Coz her soul is so pale and weak

How her milky wells are running dry

While she keeps on writhing in pain ‘n’ cry
What paradox how her trust’s been cunningly jaded

How her dignity stripped ‘n’ greedily traded

Just for a single trinket ‘n’ transient tinsels

By the ones she thought were her Guardian Angels

Her heart keeps on breaking without caution

She cannot fight back…she has no option

Seeing their filthy lifestyles drives her crazy

While she strives hard to live ‘n’ avoid being lazy

Oh! My heart bleeds so as I speak

‘Coz her very fragile soul is so pale ‘n’ weak

What will stop the tears of this bleeding heart?

Is there no more miracles here on earth?

Adeola Goloba