The Real Murderer Poem by Nissi lunga

They called him a murderer,
they tried to oust him,
I stopped them.
They mocked me,
Yet I stood... I stood tall.
' Lo, have you not murdered? ' I voiced,
'Of which kind? ' they resisted.
'You have murdered the dreams
of a bullied boy with your egos' I voiced...again.
They stood... but they stood in shame,
Middle-aged Men with families,
persecuting the young!


Redundantly... they called her a murderer,
they tried to smudge her face,
I stopped them.
They ridiculed me for it,
I still stood as tall as ever.
'Lo, have you not murdered? ' I voiced.
''Of which nature? ' they resisted.
'You have murdered the confidence
of another girl with your words'
They stood... but they stood with
ignorance,
Slay queens with faces drowned
in foundation,
troubling one of their own!

I will tell you who the real murderer is;
SOCIETY! !