His name was put on high he longed, last as a hill
Hills generated denominations to brainwash us
For marriage despite ourselves
This lie by irate husbands in this black book
Futile brought fall-outs till people fought
Feckless no fame but full ashamed
No faith for their fair future
This burden Bible on this baldhead
Fired fuel on my heart to now limping with cries
This egg from my left rib is a wasp-a load not a helper
This game, this falsehood-this fall through indeed
My voice is famished by the famine due to this fiend
My fiasco, this fiancée-perhaps is figments
My heart knows full time furrow
Pretending her fineness, I wished I dedicate her folk dance
To make fuss of me cuddle me-her fruition to our family
Instead, she suckles me hard like a baby without breakfast
Suddenly reversed this dream-a nightmare
Effective and determinative in her veil to the church
Missing a good car at home like other actualize ones
To forget myself, I looked aside –not at that she-goat to rear
Asking her why the wholeness –in her offhand boyish voice
My heartfelt a fright and a fight started
Putting her frocks on the air-I postponed this debate
As for I am a frail husband despite my manhood
This forthright game gave me a good guiltness
Ashamed, my face reacted young not yuppie
Stocking fixatives on her mouth –not to squeak against me
To appease my body-the pub served me fizzy beers
To shun this tragic and harmful events
Again in vain my dear fully destroyed
My weakness generated my unborn unfortunately
I pled this wasp to die or be amputated useless arms
To cover her grave by is my role, maggot’s facilities
No longer than a week so that I breathe against her
To happily over it by my own bare feet
Dirty ones like t
He soil on her grave
To kill myself then, to forget this creator stand for no –human
Cursed by the holy Bible
And the last to be created
Marc NDAGIJIMANA