Sunday, November 25, 2018

DEAR CHILD


You gather stars with your soft songs
And woo the naked moon
With your innocence 

The moonlight kisses your presence
And speaks of you highly
In the rays of her full nakedness
She comes down to fellowship with man

In the wake of your presence
Mother nature sends her apologies 
She pleaded guilty
To her ill-treatment 
Of hatred; of pain; and suffering
On floods of your kind
Buried deep into their mothers comfort

I plead guilty too
If only I wasn't born
Into this failed society
Where you my child 
will never go to school
Where the teachers cane 
Will never taste your buttocks

If only I wasn't around 
To witness
When you my child
Grow up to understand
That the land is polluted 
By sour taste of testosterone juice
The land is not as green
As they claim it is

They say its a patriarch system
That's why you my daughter
Would disown my name 
For another man's 

So you see
That your charming beauty
That sparkle of smile you cherish
Would be wiped off your face
Because you smell of no testosterone fragrance 

Your emerging breasts
Made of milk and honey
Would be doused by wicked lips 
Who consider your kind to be weak
And unequal to bearers of two testicles

My son
If only I could stop you
From hearing the mother drum
The rumbling brawl
From the street where the youths are lazy
if only I could take you off
The company of fools
Those men with sold conscience 
Running after the fragrance 
that came of greed

Don't be like them son
Don't walk in the path
Of lesser mortals
Many souls had gone beyond
Many souls are paralyzed by corruption 
Look away from them
For what lies ahead
Is condemnation.


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