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Father of the year, first class husband
Every woman's dream, ex of a thousand
By Morning a gentleman, by night, peodophile
Armed with knowledge, capturing purity with a disarming smile

All cozy and warm with little girls
He adorns their necks with cheap shiny pearls
Looks can be deceptive, so you'd never tell
The man in suit is indeed an angel from hell

The school teacher, always hammering on education
Just an opportunity for a fingering penetration
Reassuring the parents like a priest during mass
While his finger just finished poking their little girls ass

With a cane in his arm, he appears stern
But deep down, an insecure filth waiting to offload his goaded sperm
Punishing the stronger and more courageous ones
Lapping those whose hearts were broken as the cane was raised just once

Devil's incarnate, radiating false light like a kaleidoscope
Giving off an illusion of hope, just so he can finally grope
Underage girls, forced to give him head
Silencing them with death and one slice of bread

White rimmed glasses masking eyes of lust
Most times he leads morning devotion, as attendance is always a must
Not from the goodness of his heart, God, No!
A dark secret only him and these little girls know

Basking in the allure of his power
Molesting girls, one, two and three by the hour
He has the skill, yet loves the thrill of being undiscovered
In the end, they leave, free of ignorance yet innocence shattered

One or two other teachers, turn a blind eye
Merely gossiping, never brave enough to truly ask why
Unperturbed by the signs, their only concern is their salary
Let's all live in harmony, so long as the girls aren't members of our family

The day he was caught, as a girl was being abused
Immediately it went viral and a media war ensued
The school protected its image
Tried to buy the affected parent's rage

In the end, he was transferred, not to jail
But to a different place to serve out his bail
It was later known that his brother was a governor
He owned the school so they had to protect his honor

They blamed the mothers till even the father's started believing
That the peodophiles were seduced because the children's clothes were too revealing
They labeled the kids daughters of eve
One or two even asked the mothers to leave

It's a man's world, the elders barked
Equipped with big manhood's, humanity they lacked
To the East, he was sent to repent
But this bastard, is cursed to be heaven's reject

So on the morning he tried to rape the pastors virgin
The man of God made certain, he would never be fixed, even by the best plastic surgeon
One day he will meet his maker, face to face
Until then, he shall roam, neither a man nor woman, from place to place.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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