The Pincess of Moshweshwe

She remains wounded under the hot blazing sun blood flowing from the inclination of her thighs with a dry eye she retaliates from a woman's cry her skin becoming a discovery for curious ants yet feeling no pain from the sting of her founders for now more suffering remains in her thoughts ********************** He cries in excitement for her wife to be still in the mountains for his manhood to rise his foreskin now been removed he stands up tall with images of his home to be, crowding his thoughts amongst those around him, he remains one who shall conceive the most beautiful princess ********************** The kings man outrage by the abduction of a rose through dark nights and blue skies they sweat to find whom the Basotho prince shall admire yet with less hope they stumble upon their fear of returning home without the fruit of her father for beheaded be their fate if destiny fail ********************** Now slowly loosing her breath, she prays the Gods her soul to take, for with force her virginity she lost Now less of a princess she has become For the seed of her pure flower she has lost On the river named orange she rest her body to loose breath below the water, her soul detached....