Cry-Of-The-Unborn
CRY OF THE UNBORN
Before I was formed in
my mother’s womb
He held my hand and
called my name
And now I am to return
to him as innocent
Without sin I go to my
heavenly father
Before I saw the light in
the world
Before taking my first
breath, nor having my
first tooth
I was extinguished
Batted and murdered
I was sentenced to death
Like a soldier sent to war
My mission was cut short
For my talents and skills
can never be of any use
What will I report to ma
creator
For my cry shall pierce the
heavens
And my tears shall fill the
earth
My sorrow shall solidify
their hearts
And my voice will never
be heard among the living
By: B. N. Pule
Copyright © Bokamoso Pule | Year Posted 2013
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