Looking into my very me, I saw crying and dying children in me.
What is union without children in our nest.
Looking into my future; I saw my future swimming into ocean of sorrows.
Those who lead us; led my future into rottenness,
The braves, the learned and the powerful; suddenly locked lip on my pains
Yes, pains that I may not be call a father or mother;
Who will I call my child? or who will replicate my blood on earth?
You have your blood moving around you,
Your law made me barren; barrenness I did not prepared for.
Let the seas roar; let the wind sad, and let the trees loses sleep.
If we marry as allowed by your law, who will call us parents?
I am a victim of your law, the law you made after you finished;
Having your kids and enjoying menopause time.
I am young and full of energy to reproduce;
But cut short.
When I die, who will shoot cannon at my burial? or
Who will cry for me when I die?
As I have seen children crying for their father.
Whose hand will I place my hand upon ? before my eyes closed.
I think you are good for those who finished having their children.
Yes! They can embrace your law and drive your course.
You made me sick; when I see children I own not calling me father.
I screamed: yeah….., in the midst of multitudes who embraced you;
But, I flow in tears in my closest.
The future is weeping, the presence is rejoicing, the past is laughing at us
At our involvement with leader’s evil against maker of souls.
Sing into face children; I refused to have.
If my eyes are closed, who will pray on my body?
I love children; I stay off the law.
Written by: Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown.
Copyright © Alfred Emmanuel Brown