Nightingale Alley

Sitting on rocks by the beach
River flows with a force
That could erode an alley.

Every day thunder strikes
Can you hear the nightingale
As it sings melodiously

Do not hear but listen deep
The legs are forced open in pain
Listen beyond its nocturnal songs

The peaceful River is a mirage
There are tears in tone of its voice
It cries out, begging for help.

A few minute pleasure, a leisure?
Hello male, and hello females
There is no right in being rapist

Seek consent, it might be yours
Wait a minute, think about it,
What if you were your own victims.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu