
A POEM : MY LADY

My lady, you lied to me. You called the words of Paul A sainted one, You said his epistle is scripturally pure. Oh my lady, you lied to me. You told me our world is moving Why are we not…


My lady, you lied to me. You called the words of Paul A sainted one, You said his epistle is scripturally pure. Oh my lady, you lied to me. You told me our world is moving Why are we not…