She was a temple
Her body had no trace of a kettle

Always keeping them in an iron girdle
She was safe as a
castle

She left for the city
To live with her uncle in Ado-Ekiti

She was only fifteen
Four years before the end of her teen

The night she was at the kitchen
Her uncle's wife had travelled with their son Stephen

When he stepped in
And asked her to let him in

Though she protested
His blows got her
exhausted

He hit her not a few
And took away her virtue

There was an
animalistic spilling of red roses
Bearing testimony was their oasis

Her chastity is over
He has taken her
flower