Blood on the Bed

Blood on the Bed

Roses are red
Mummy is blue
Blood on the bed
And daddy’s there too

Daddy would be drunk
Outside, he’d have rum
He’d throw out her trunk
But she’d never run

Daddy would shout
Beat her black and blue
She let no word out
Till it darkened her hue

He’d give her a blow
She’d cry out and scream
But still she lay low
And prayed for dị m

“Endure it Nkiru.”
Endure it, but how?
What did she ever do?
And finally now…

Roses are red
Mummy is blue
Blood on the bed
And daddy’s there too….

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