Hey girl! You’re stained.
She looks at her her skirt,
And saw no streak of blood.
Then the voice came again,
‘You’re stained. Not your skirt.’
You’re stained on your tongue;
Your lips are driven by the wind.
Your brake pads are no longer active.
Your words are sharper than razor
And seasoned with pains.
You’re stained in your civic duties;
The gutter is your waste bin.
You peddle rumors and fake news.
Far from it that you obey traffic rules.
And you are allergic to queues.
You’re stained in your packaging;
You package your cleavage to salvage.
Yes, you can dress anyhow but why show your natil cleft?
You paint your face to attract married men.
They call you slay queen. Do you work in the slaughter?
You’re stained in your thoughts;
You’re envious, jealous and lazy.
Why wish your neighbor bad cos life seems fair for him?
You smile with others, yet you produce venom like a snake.
Your thought is stained with malice, hate and envy.
Mister, you’re stained as well as your papers;
Who wrote that exam for you?
You accumulate certificates but you’re not certified.
You call it smart work, but I call it stained stuff.
You’re stained all over. Shamed. So sad.
Your stain stains our society.
Everywhere stinks cos there’s no bleach.
For all are stained and have decolorized the glory of our world
Arise and wash off your stains, be soaked in love, modesty, diligence, patriotism and morality.
Though your stains be as scarlet, you can become stainless.
