The Rape.

You were raped,
I was raped,
We were all raped,
Of all our virginity.

The white soil came and mixed with us,
And their bouyant fragments left for us,
That has put our greenway behind us,
Are the true rape of our virginity.

The land flow with tears of rape,
By that our student that look like ape.
If a man will not nail his own nape,
Then we must keep our virginity.

Because of that strive for power, everything,
Everything, thing to thing, wrong, I mean everything.
If you have it or not, nothing is nothing.
Unless we ceil our virginity.

All our cities are razed because of cast-eye.
Repent, repent, all of the eye,
If they say, their eyes are not born again, they lie,
Then why is there a broken virginity?

We all have cried and cry,
We cry bloods in all our cities, but cry is cry,
And the only ear we have has travel to lie,
He will not hear cry of lost virginity.

Now my virgins where is your faith?
Has it now transform to fate?
No, no, oh come hope, oh come faith,
It is time to Ceil our virginity.

WARRI STANLEY.