Teach us the many values, read to us the long lines
Let them be our rhymes, let them lull us to bed
Let them wake us to dawn, let them be our meat
Teach us dignity in tilling the soil, Teach us the wisdom of the virgins extra oil
Teach us the prudency of the ants, Show us the steadfastness of the bees
Teach us the walk of uprightness, teach us to reciprocate respect
Oh teach us! And teach our brothers too
Teach us to close up, teach him to zip up
Teach us to talk, and tell him when to take a walk
Teach us to make the dishes, teach him to wash the dishes
Teach us to be modest , teach him to harvest
Teach us to let go off the chains, Teach him not to use those whips
Teach us to be no slave, Teach him to be no taskmaster
She lived what you taught, built a castles from your words
She was gentle as a dove, not bewitched by the peacock's fate
What she needed was all she wanted
She placed a huge bid on her dreams, to pursue it and it alone
Her dreams were fueled from passion, her passions core to her vision
Her caramel glow probed all in wonder, her glowing smile broke bars assunder
Sat in a world she taught she knew, only to be visited by it's claws
Held down by it's fangs, his sword thrusting in and out
Running from the Hunters were the horror scenes, each second proved her a prey
Her tables in disarray, her tickets to the future laid in pieces
Swimming in the pool of her blood, her stories she alone told
Oh none saw the light go dim, none heard her scream
On the bare ground she lifelessly laid, her tickling finger her clue of life
Her wounds her witnesses, her stitches her testimonies
Young Uwa lived, wanting to care for the pains of others
Yet she died! In pains she never deserved
The beasts stole her life! Yet the beasts roam around
We want no more beasts! Foxes in sheep clothing
None of them! none on the streets
Murderers their badges read, Cannibals they all are
Disdain to the weaker folk! Contempt to the world
Fear is the anthem they hoot, the coming generation seems unsafe
We have been under the sheds for too long , but their nails puncture our dear roofs
We are tired of running from this shadows, depleted from the fear of the unknown
Soaked in our tears, drenched from our sweats
Mom Teach us!, but teach our brothers too!!!
@princess_onis
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