The Pain of Delivery
The day I born my pride,
I was a jackass ;when nursing him,
I was a plague ; today he flies about,
All calls me mother of Nation.
Smile in pain of delivery,
Rejoice in tackling problem;
The ovulation of congratulation,
Deeps its roots in both.
When yolks dare eagles’ beaks, they
Grow combs and crow; they prune their
Breasts and bristle up their wings,but
Rot is the egg in brood which for fear
Of eagles’claws weeps not to be a chick.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
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