I saw a man stabbed to the heart
By a young lass’s charming whit
Coerced by the world into a scheming cheat
The biggest looser in a game in which she was already beat
I saw his heart ache
As he saw beyond the swelling back
Past, the smooth supple neck
And into young eyes with a hint of innocence
I saw a man hurt
Tears flowing down his cheeks
Like the rivulets on her tender thighs
As she gyrated skillfully to the sensual beat of the drums
I saw his eyes fill with tears
As his body shook from wretched sobs
While he heard them jeer and leer at her antics
Which she had learnt for their pleasure
I saw a man cry
As he searched for answers to the reason why
The reason why she allowed all in to give a try
And allowed herself to be merchandise that all men buy
I saw a man shed tears, I saw him cry
wondering how and why
Why she did not value herself as much as he did
And sold herself to devils in bow ties and fancy cars….
BY TANYARADZWA VANADIS17 MASAIRE
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