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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Virgin's last breath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a morning calm and still<br>On the valley covered in lush green<br>The sun is creeping over the hill<br>The lilies of the valley in their full sheen<br>Scattered around in this picturque scene<br>Are yellow maringold and blossom white<br>And wild flowers fighting to be seen<br>Praising heaven for another daylight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Underneath a tall rainforest tree<br>Sit i quietly taking inventory<br>Of a brand new day so gay to see<br>But there is a hidden history<br>Six seasons rainfall cannot wash<br>Nor could six seasons wind sweep<br>Six years now, i will tell it afresh<br>For heaven still look down on men and weep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, not far, i swear, about six feet<br>Is the footpath to the village stream<br>Not far still, from where three roads meet<br>To the stream, to the farm, the last you wouldnt dare dream<br>Was the story of this virgin ever told<br>By them who saw her that faithful day<br>Here, on this valley, six seasons old<br>I will be telling it again today</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A sweet hapless innocent miss<br>So fresh in her maiden bloom<br>With swelling breasts, a delight to kiss<br>Had met her fated doom<br>What vile act of man, what shame! <br>What unspeakable evil, what dishonor! <br>Are the hearts of men so untame<br>In their arrogance and lustful nature'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With her earthen pot, on that lonely path<br>She made her way to the village stream<br>And the cold intuition of death<br>Was scarce in her wildest dream<br>But evil trailed her, with eyes unseen<br>And observed her close and carefully<br>Vile men looking rough and mean<br>Yet the sweet thoughted virgin sang cheerfully</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not beyond this familiar path<br>Did she take a step away<br>For upon this worn brown earth<br>She had trodden day to day<br>Anon, on that flowery field she did espice<br>Broken petals, trodden and bare<br>And softly to herself did she sigh<br>As she gathered them with tender care</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O crude fate! ' She began, 'unfair nature<br>O that what is done can be undone<br>What beauty is there if it cannot restore<br>What glows now, the next moment gone? '<br>Saying thus, to the broken petals intended<br>She watered them with her tears<br>But soon same fate upon her attended<br>Her tears gave way to thousand fears </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a beast circles round his hapless prey<br>They, in number-four upon her came<br>And the maiden's legs gave way<br>She stood transfixed and deadly lame<br>Her face turned cloudy white<br>Her heart pounding in a thousand fear<br>As one who beholdeth a ghostly sprite<br>She felt the sting of death looming near</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wished the earth would swallow her<br>She conjured the trees to be her guardian<br>She prayed the heavens to rescue her<br>To save her from this brutish men<br>But the earth made the bed for her woes<br>The heaven did not heed her distress call<br>The trees heard her painful groans<br>Yet saved her not from that virgin fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! foul dishonor to a virgin's grace<br>The rape of innocence, the death of purity<br>Which man covert with his evil face<br>Coverting thus, pluck with sheer impunity <br>Now, again and again, and again<br>The men voilated her, a virgin pure<br>Once filled, they began again<br>Ravaging her, once a - too many more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the Grecian lords had vaquished troy<br>And scaled that wall, that gate so tall<br>These brutes upon the maiden employ<br>Breaching that chaste virgin wall<br>There On the field of blosom white<br>Were her sweat, tears and virgin blood<br>There, on that bright morning light<br>Her torn body laid so pale and cold</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Is there a thing as tender men? <br>But civility in pretex man's ingenuity<br>At heart is man a selfish and jelous being<br>And brutish when it comes to feminity <br>'O! Broken petal, damaged rose, ' sorrowed she<br>'On this valley of shaddow of death<br> I become to man, a utility'<br>Anon! she heaved her virgin last breath!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Okonkwo+Osamedua.+Allen">Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen</a><div class=q>
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On the valley covered in lush green
The sun is creeping over the hill
The lilies of the valley in their full sheen
Scattered around in this picturque scene
Are yellow maringold and blossom white
And wild flowers figh..."></div>
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