SISTER MODEST

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In the house where she lived
A ghetto where theft was killed
It was'nt funny on that day
But prior to it was a hearsay
That a valuable item was missing
And Sister Modest was cursing
"Whoever the thief might be
Evil will his or her eyes see"
But the victim of the theft was restless
So he brought a wizard who was merciless
The wizard looked scary
The people to worry
He ran in the ghetto up and down
Screaming with an obvious frown
He struck his staff to the ground
Looking at everyone around
He declared ghastly sickness on the thief
Unless he or she returned it to the ghetto chief
So on everyone the chief set to watch
Meanwhile Sister Modest stopped coming to church
I asked her lover if she was fine
He cheerfully replied she was fine
But the pastor and I visited though
And there we heard her agony from her window
We entered and her tears could wind a turbine
She was in agony and indeed she was fine
Since then theft died in the ghetto
And has not resurrected hitherto

(c) Juwon Osanipin

An excerpt from my book, "LIFE" (A collection of poems in facts)

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