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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