Weep With We No More

Written by: S. A. David

Have you seen 
them?
My distant uncle?
My distant aunt?
Two crowns on 
their head,
Revered by the 
Germanics,
and more.

Adorned, 
beautifully
By the star 
sprangled
Banner.
Their journey 
began
two thousand score
ago.

Born by Vespucci.
Nurtured by 
Columbus.
Explored and 
exploited,
By the lionic lambs.
Just as Darwin
gave the forecast.

They became 
slaves,
In their very own 
heaven.
Dressing the 
garden
of their slavers.
Growing the 
plantation
for a little pence.

Yet, they tolerated,
Looking for a 
safety,
And smiling still,
with the lions.
But lifting their 
eyes
To the very hills.

Jefferson came an 
answer
On the fourth of 
the
Seventh.
Not without 
haemoglobin
were they made 
freeborn.
Gettysburg 
followed suit.

The street of the 
wall.
The huge 
depression.
The women's fight.
The winter war.
The nine,
of the eleventh.

Yet, she produces
more calcium,
In the face of 
Panarin's forecast
Of the star 
sprangled
Banner
into six shreds.

Now we cry
For our parents to
Divorce.
For the reason
of haram's threat
We accelerate 
lysosome.

No more divorce,
Contested or 
uncontested.
Daddy and 
mummy, you
need each other.
You will do this
For the sake of 
your children.

You faced the 
inferno
Of the ninety and,
Sixty six;
And you scaled
the hurdle;
Unsinged.

You have seen 
worse,
Than the inferno.
Yet, Jesus, and,
Kudirat
Have been faithful;
To a fault.

They said we have
reached the finish 
line.
But your children
have just begun.
Though we fall 
and stumble,
It won't get to us.

You have built us
a home; green 
white green.
Not perfect, but 
respectable.
We have nowhere 
to go;
For our home and 
hope
belongs with you.

Ebiem had 
designed
a new cartograph;
A post nup.
But mummy, 
daddy,
Your divorce will 
fling
Your children into 
penury.

But Ebiem we tell 
you,
Hilary believes in 
our
Future.
Clinton says our
Future
is limitless.

Mummy, daddy, 
we arise,
We obey your call,
To a fault.
Your past labour
won't come to
nought.

We are one big 
family.
A threat to the 
enemies.
A refuge to the 
oppressed.
Like the broom 
bunch,
We can't be 
broken.
So weep with we 
no more!