Life is not all about you, my friend
You go through it gathering so many fiends
Only laying your beds forgetting others' needs tending
Where is your conscience when you pushed that lady into the bush
And had carnal knowledge of her even against her wish?
What do you think would become of her as she got scarred for life?
What if out of fear, she kept it to herself only to discover she is pregnant?
How do you think she would view that child?
Why would you allow your minutes of enjoyment
To scar even a young child for what he or she knew nothing about?
Where is your conscience when she was screaming for help?
Where was it buried when she begged you to stop with tears tricking down her face?
You went away smiling, thinking you got lucky
You are not lucky because a night full of passion
Can flip and end up being a night full of pain
When you play just know that you will pay

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.

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