{"time":1721196067420,"blocks":[{"id":"_nE94vP_VS","type":"paragraph","data":{"text":"I once was a woman, beautiful beyond compare. Encased in costly pearls and coveted furs I lived the life of royalty.
From moment the sun smiled at meTill the moon casts its silver shadowI danced to the beat of the gods.
My ekele beads parroted my body's language, and my steps never faltered. My waist never tireNor did my feet failAnd from my lips, flowed sonorous sounds of joyAs life's music pumped through my veins.
Suddenly!The beats stopped!Everything ended like it never was.The birds have all gone silentAnd the trees clap no moreThe oceans have lost their innocence; They flow red with the blood of innocents.
Ah!!See...My costly Pearls have been torn awayStolen by strange menfrom the sons of my breasts.Whilst they fight over their inheritance,I lie in tearful agony.My thighs were wet with blood,for the strangers have brutally raped, pillaged and plundered my body without mercy.
Still, my sons look on absently They are curiously divided.But In oneness and unity, they kill and oppress each other to fulfil their avarice.
Tell me, does one chase rats while his roof is on fire? But my foolish, naive childrenquibble over grubs, watching their gold being carted away to distant lands.And for a pittance, I am being killed, slowly but surely.
Like a whore I have been paraded around, yet againSo that tribes and tongues can jeer at me.Look, the beautiful ugly has come again,they say.Behold! See the one that was once great but had lost her crown, for her honour lies with pigs in the mud...
No one bothered to cover my shame No one thought to relieve my painSo in stoic silence, I look onA shadow of my former selfDoomed to shed bitter tears of regrets and live my remaining days in the nostalgia of former glory.
Who will pay the sacrifice?Who will cut short the cry of a thousand, spilled blood crying for revenge?Who will perform the rites to cleanse the landAnd clothe me again in light and laughter?Tell me...When shall my ears hear the cries of the newly-bornand not the groans of the dead and dying?
Still, here I stand, naked and in shreds Hidden in the dark My glory days are now gone my eyes have lost their light, and my feet their rhythm.
All I can hear is no longer life's joyful strainsBut the macabre sounds of death and gore.
©judywealth"}}],"version":"2.30.2"}