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Letter To My Unborn Child
LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD Dear child, I look not with watering eyes, But have it in mind that papa cares. I have seen your motivation, and How you longed to join me here till the end. I beg of you child, don't come for yoursake, My house is still on horrorable fire And my country home in the hand of Harden terrorist, who promised never to Sleep until they called all of us. Don't come for the moon is yet to smile to us, The land is dry in my compound and i Can't take care of you now like a child. Don't come child, for mother is yet to see The madness of been frustrated banished from Her mortal life, then learn how to show love. She won't be there taking care of you, Remain where you are until we are ready for you. I don't want to bear a child I can't take care of, Hold on child, till I invite you over here. Roses are far from my home and the silver Spoon down here have all gone in exile. Hold on child until I invite you over here, For the forests are yet to be cleared in my family. Listen to father's plea, for they are strength to your world. No man will hold a fish and refuse to give his son Nor will a man offer a stone to child who asked for Bread and fish. Our country is still in dilemma, until the madness Is gone shall I invite you over, son.
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