Precious Gift
PRECIOUS GIFT
A child is a gift
If it was a prize
No, you wouldn't have one
Even if you be very swift
For many
Are the wisdom full
Who in their struggle
Barrenness turns wisdom fool
Despite his great strength
He couldn't force to life
A single child to live
With a name that is his
Tell me, whose wealth is this?
How many children bought he
That are not labelled adopted?
Because he isn't biological any of these
There is a leader in history
They said he hasn't a child
Though it is a hearsay
Yet, such rumour is very wide
And, yes
There are slaves
With many children
With their address
And some poor
That could sell
As much as a merchant wants
Had sale of children, not poor
Thank God for this precious gift
That money, power
Wisdom and, or post
Cannot shift
So, when next you see
That child, or more, children called
Give thanks to Almighty Allah that
Children are not from prize, but from gift curled
#LEARNERS_1439
Copyright © Babatunde Sheriff-Balogun | Year Posted 2017
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