Weep Not Mother

Weep not ugochinyere. weep not Ogadinma. when the rain stops it shall be well, Papa is gone with two bullet rejoicing in his chest, while our houses are happy because they are taken away from us. The war shall end soon and the new rain shall come. Weep not for tomorrow is there to behold. i cry not for the died men they can take care of themselves But the living know not where their journey would lead them. the hibiscus are better of than us, Because freedom is theirs while we suffer a thousand times before dying through sickness, war, and tears. It has not been long that the white labels was changed, Changed to black labels. And this our reward, civil unrest and heart attack. We are savaged by the war, left naked and battered. Under the whole we hid our heads like rats. Wipe your tears and hope for tomorrow. Your children shall be your sustainer and you shall eat plenty bread and corn. Unlike now and here, where we eat grasshoppers. Sand trip will never cover our childhood experience. the powder cloths is fallen from our body through fear, Revealing our hungry stomach and weak ribs. Papa is died and Omalinze is no more, they are not happy as as they go, I know you miss them but cry no more mother. Papa was a great proud man and i know the grasses and land will miss him too Better is the beginning of thing than its end. We shall gather stars and hope for the moon Weep not mother every thing good will come.