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SHE-VOICE

Arrest not your tongue and lips
Resist not the wise voice of the gowns, skirts and hips.
From man, you were formed by Him to stand
To cross-taste your floggings and each expression strand;
For such men who such words, they kill, their hands
In doom they put and their bodies they find in sands.
Julius, great, emperor, so sound and tall
Into his sound canal was stuck the feminine call
Beware I say! Of council! Of thy friend!
But to heed the dressers’ voice, he refused to tend
And at the back, his grave in blood was dug
Brutus, towards his cup-shearer became the bug.
Oh, such a great empire disappears like vapour
Division and concord-slaughter began to pour.
Oh pain, he left the womb, in crying and in tears
Her then-still husband, dead now, but she…, left in fears.
Arrest not thy tongue and lips
Resist not the wise voice of the gowns, skirts and hips.
MIDE BENEDICT

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