It was a night to remember
Cold,dark and solemn
You all agreed to dismember
Gentle me,without even a post mortem
Was it my fault,O Mother
That you throw your hips apart
Satisfying every lustful brother
Only to grapple later with a broken heart
Conspirators of our time
Don't you know that a verdict
Awaits every single crime
Whether or not you are a derelict
To the man who denied responsibility
And abandoned his would-be wife
Finding a wife will be an impossibility
You will live a life full of strife
Mummy,you will later search for me
But with a perforated womb
How can I visit thee
When you have packaged me for the tomb
You who call yourself mummy's friend
Yet will kill her if you can
You will search for years on end
And will never find your man
And you,wicked Doctor
With an MBBS in murder
Can't you see why at this juncture
Your childlessness makes people shudder
Before you were all judge and jury
But now you are in the dock
So get ready for Hell's fury
For you must drink your hemlock
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