The Man Suffers
Post-term pregnancy perturb my health,
For to put to bed, in this place, is sacrilege.
The king has made ready his swords
For the neck of him, who dare to birth.
Known truth is a pregnancy, seeking escape
Into the world of obscurity.
Truth like the light detained under bushel
Is seeking manifestation, to make man free
From the yoke of the cruel slave lords.
The man suffers, that hoards the truth.
Copyright © Olatubosun David | Year Posted 2022
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