Vanity World

VANITY  WORLD

Looking into my very me, I saw crying and dying children  in me.
What is union without children in our nest.
Looking into my future; I saw my future swimming into ocean of sorrows.
Those who lead us; led my future into rottenness,
The braves,  the  learned and the powerful; suddenly locked lip on my pains
Yes, pains that  I may not be call a father or mother;
Who will I call my child?  or who will replicate my blood on earth?
You have your blood  moving around you,
Your  law made me barren;  barrenness  I did not prepared for.
Let the seas roar;  let the wind sad, and let the trees loses sleep.
If we marry  as allowed by your  law, who will call us parents?  

I am  a victim of your law, the law you made after you finished;
Having your kids and  enjoying menopause time.
I am young and full of energy to reproduce;
But cut short.
When I die, who will shoot cannon  at my burial? or
Who will cry for me when  I die?
As I have seen children crying  for their father. 
Whose hand will I place my hand upon ? before my eyes closed.
I think you are good for those who finished having their children.

Yes! They can embrace  your law and drive  your course.
You made  me sick;  when I see children I own not calling me father.
I screamed:  yeah…..,   in the midst of multitudes  who  embraced you;
But, I  flow in tears in  my closest.
The future is weeping, the presence is rejoicing, the past is laughing at us
At our  involvement  with  leader’s evil against   maker of souls. 
Sing  into face children; I refused  to have.  
If my  eyes are closed, who will pray on my  body?
 I love children;  I stay off the law.
Written by: Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown.

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