To This World I Was Born

To this world I was born…. When Adam and Eve finally obeyed the Evil One When the Evil One was rejoicing in his dark seat When God was not happy of His nemesis’ feat When the Angels could not even sing in unison When the golden sun, in haste, faded beyond horizon When the charming moon lacked its own charisma When northern star couldn’t blink, ‘cos of bad karma When the white clouds turned nasty to a black man When my father spent the night with his Tuesday fan When my mother decided her own time to conceive When my older brother was not willing to receive When neighbors wouldn’t stop peeking, like damn rat When the entire world seemed at peace, but really not To this world I was born…. Not to emulate my parents Adam and Eve To resist the Evil One and not to be deceived To serve and worship God, not only when I hear the bells To sing the psalms of praises, in unison with the Angels To witness the golden sun rising from the east To send greetings to the charming moon, with a kiss To make a wish upon the great northern star To dream…. floating on white clouds, not in a car Not to have a Tuesday fan or a Thursday blonde To use my time, for I’ve less, wisely till the last round To accept others mistakes… and to share, cheerfully To love my neighbor and live with them, peacefully To shine, against all odds, to the entire world Yes, to this world I was born…..thru my sister’s hand Thankful and happy as always, I am, till last days end