O Cruel!
Oh cruel! and I so youngWhat have I done that I should never again
See the sun riseout of the night
See the star come following on his track in the evening
That I may no more gather the flowers when the dew is heavy
Nor listen to the laughing of the waters
That I should never see my father again
Nor feel my mother's kiss
Nor care for the Lamb that is sick
That no lover should put his arm around me and look into my eyes
Nor shall men-childen be born of me
O Cruel! Cruel!! Cruel!!!
Poetry by Okuola Paul Abiola
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Written on 2007-04-17 at 11:51
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