The Coming Of Zina

Whiles the winds blew with sharp blades

Cutting the lips of mothers, fathers and their babies

In this season, when evil men rape our villagers

Give birth to evil children, who grow up into beasts

With bachelor’s degrees in corruption, masters in lies

In this times, when priest turn magicians,

In this times, when law makers, turn susu collectors

A mysterious baby would soon be born, Zina would be her name

From far and near people will come in their numbers, to pay homage

Whiles the village men chant war songs

Mothers would dance, till their wrappers get torn

Our saviour is come; others will sing praises

The devil would be extricated and the judgement for the just will be loosed

She will be the prettiest girl in the world

With the eyes of an angel, claws of a black panther

She will cry like a baby but roar like a lion

She will be a dove in the day, a vulture at night

With a smile of a baby, she will hide the venom in her teeth

She is a curse, a punishment for the wicked

She is a voice for the voiceless, a walking stick for the just

She will reward everyone according to their own deeds

The good receives favour, whiles the evil cursed

Evil men will never escape her wrath, neither will they go unpunished

In this land of the living, nobody will be spared

Beware, the coming of Zina is at hand!!

By: WILLIAM .O. OPARE

Williamcan1@hotmail.com