Marta stared out across the veldt
Coming to terms with how she felt.
She daily still suffered young Pieter's abuse
At the times and places which he would choose,
She knew her time was now almost done
Then she would stop his deviant fun.
She pondered what she and Nalago would do
Between them they owned
Not one single shoe.
She realised well
They would need a strong plan
And she knew
It would never
Include a man.
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Owain Glyn
