The Earth Child

I’m back from the aborted time Where mother earth’s womb foiled me an innocent prime A crime precipitated with tears of revenge on my carefree mondaine, Again I’ve come, ushered by thunderstorms and hurricanes Descending with spleen of capitulating rage from above Where I had seek castrated-justice from people who know not love, My angered tears are tattooed. Henceforth, ye’d find my sweets bitter. Imperiled and mutilated on surgeon’s blade, my spirit groans and quiver, while hers glitters Her joy of motherhood quakes with the sound of my blub at the doomy sands When sweats of sorrows and heavy downpour ferries me to the midlands; Oh my arrival, she’d be filled with a painful smile, a tragedy of happiness! She’d wish she never pulled that plug out of coyness. Again, heaven dims its light as one of its kind depart Downwards. I’m the earth child, the wailing nipper with no heart! My own version of 'Abiku' written by J. P. Clark