Fate of a woman Atukunzire Yvonne

Look at her smile, It's not real, it's actually fake, Just a lie on her face, And if you observe carefully, You will notice beads of tears rolling down, Puzzled?, you are right, She is very drunk, Not from the drinks she's had, But from the sleepless nights, The endless battles, The untangled mess, The unsolved puzzles, The questionnaires, as if she was a political candidate, The doubt, the haste, the suspicious, The trials, the agent on the other hand holding records of her wrong deeds, Then, there comes the sentence, and it become her demise,

They said they found her guilty, That she hasn't used her time so well, That she didn't love enough, That she smiles with everyone and thus have become pretentious, That she has been so mean, That she is selfish, That she is heartless, That she is careless, That she's jealous without reason, Guilty or not guilty

She pleaded guilty

The situation was hopeless

And acting all saint was useless, She accepts the sentence, She has become bitter more than the devil himself

So what's left to lose if she already lost the humanity in her?

Any thing more or less is not worthy of a name

No need to cry over spoilt milk,