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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here I was when you were born With tears in her heart, she bore you. And now you became the black sheep, The rotten egg hard to crack. You made pains in her heart Accusation fingers dare point on her face Blotch in her heart becomes visible in the dark night. And her smile became disgusting When it rains she found it hard to hide. I was here when you smuggled into the house Smelt the footsteps and the dark night howled Next was crying of innocent blood Sprawling on the bare floor, in the room beneath And the money gone, gone with the wind. I was here when the executors came I saw when you smuggled out. Their bright snow light couldn’t fetch you Up you run, faster than the cheetah. But you forgot that unknown eyes were on you. Men trembled in fears at the sight of you. Lord of the night, heartless, you are. Rendering most people fatherless at the breath of anger A lot you pushed into poverty smiling Reaping where you didn’t sow Remember the falconer cometh soon And the universe has it judgment Power lies not in the bullet jammed in the barrel of the gun you hold. I remembered her advice to you She warned you against crime But the ears was too hard to heard Because it taste to be perished. Your maker seek your soul But it was too far to heed I, your creator cry loud sorrowfully How be it that the falcon disobey the falconer. Now is the time The deed is done You were caught by the law And all the quarters you tormented by a sign of relief Soon you would be among the weepers Down there in the pit of hell, . (JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT)
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