44, CAUGHT IN SMELLY BONDAGE
In the serenely beautiful estate of Bamishile is
The House, 44, home to fortune as blessings
Home as safe haven away from the disease
Ravaging the entire city and causing havoc
Yet, though it roves around like heifer grazing
Planted plants of greenery walls protected us
As trees danced sweetly to the breezy beats.
Children found so much peaceful arena to play
While adults would drink to fill, flowers ferment
Outside surrounding as floors inside exquisitely
Clean: an effervescence of decency as culture
Until an invasion of Jezebel an incantation vile
Cursed to dress as walk like pig in coloured dirt
Who turned the cynosure place 44 a stink alley
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