An Enemy In the Womb

I hear your child cry everyday In your womb, tiptoeing Crawling, biting you in the intestines And I wonder whether when you take delivery Of him/her he would really be your friend or foe. Turn, turn, turn first turn the world into An intimate friend You cannot live alone on an island You cannot dance to yourself and enjoy it All together. Where, where, where are all the aged African drums? Read your well- loved novels aloud Take the balm you need to salve your woes. Choose between good and evil Between our Christ and the black devil, The ruling King and the old one. These last two aren’t enemies They aren’t two horses Moving in opposite directions. !7th May 2016