I saw her that morning, across the road,
Watched her supple curves, her steps firm in grace
I witnessed sweet beauty smashed like a toad!
Smacked her booty into deaths cold embrace
Some Member made the road – re-election –
We kids played there, till hair and breasts begun…
Shy smiles by the road – sweet misdirection –
Now blood stained glass glitters in the mad sun.
I watched in horror the cruel crowds surround,
Felt their shock, pain and tears – grief turned to rage!
For her fate was sealed when none were around
And her tale is not on today’s front page.
No one heard the resign of her mother
“At least my girl is free of her father”.
Labu Station, 6 January 2016