THE BEAUTIFUL ONE IS ALREADY BORN

It will never be an honor to beat your chest, if you are a boy.
 Chest beating is supposed to be for real men.
 Real men who have seen the beautiful one. 
The beautiful one is already born, and real men have seen her. 
She is the dreaded killer brew, 
for she can blind, kill, paralyze or cause other lethal harms only with her hips.
 When the beautiful one swings her hips, 
like this and like that, like a tree on a windy day
 men loose memory and women abhor their maker. 
Real men have seen her, but they cannot beat their chests,
 for the sight of her thighs make them drop dead.
 Her thighs are not just thighs. 
They are the thighs of the beautiful one
. Those that look like the inside of a ripe mango fruit. Juicy and fleshy.
 When she walks, they shake as if they are dancing so that men join in music, 
stepping on their toes,
 loosing their heads and eventually dying.
 Surely, the government should do something, 
for the thighs of the beautiful one are a security threat.
 They are the dread al-shabaab. The beautiful one is already born.
By 
Oscar Shakespeare Ghitto