The hollow voices of the get married
Have other voices buried
Brutalised voices ferried
Across world's of martyrs
Feminist voices have raised like that of town unionist
These fashionista are the newest fascist
While male-feminist mien abhors rapist
Bad behaviours these days are corrected by therapist
Who needs to split roles of educationist?
Battered men find it hardest to spew thier hardest intentions
While the unionist gloat of dissertation
Have we pardoned the goat for the yam transmogrification?
Or the gods no longer accept the brown goat for its meditation?
While we burrow the young ones into agitation
Of when to marry? Do you study their hesitation??
The unionist have decided to leave the kitchen for the nation
While their painted forceps touch no desertification
Dirts and germs now dance amorous conjugation
On the flutter of disrespect for standing traditions
Wives now delegate husbandry to their men
And while we work they lord over the barns
Liberation is here...mercy can no longer cook yams
While her western accent can buy her many farms
Her christened tattoos shame the pencils on her arm
What happened to African women?
Who changed the men?
When did the titles change?
The merry makers have confused the gullible
The changes of quick choices are unbearable
Before the hunger for my rice becomes parable
These merry makers should lecture this enfant terribles!
Everyone wants to be married!
Our parents are hurried
The biological clock scurried
Away the graves of the carried
Before you stampede me into your rice adventure
Marraige awaits preparation for dentures
Even while its hurts remember your indenture!
Teach our daughters the ''trenchers''
That predation is a misadventure
Merry makers fantasy of adventure
Flies when all you see is the venture!
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