A symbol of unconditional love for any conception and birth of a child
Born big in holiness because of cleanliness in all respects
By the holy magic there’s no place that can prevent the rise of truth and innocence
Thus all births rise out of and above all clean and dirty places
We have seen it by the growth of the beautiful flower out of the garbage dump
We know that we have a choice to praise or condemn the child by the origin of birth
Or by the title of birth
We know that the origin of birth has never determined the path or the destination of endeavour
We know that birth itself is holy and big of sin
Through the birth of Jesus Christ there’s confirmation that there will be colourful children
And there will be illegitimate ones too
Albeit they will all be equal by title
The lucky ones will be born outside the manger
Albeit they will be children like any other
Born big in holiness because of cleanliness in all respects
And surprisingly outstripped the disciples by the beckon of Jesus Christ
We have children born out of wedlock
We have children born in wedlock
We have children born and thrown in garbage bins and survived
We have children born in infidelity
We have children born and abandoned
We have children born and abused throughout their childhood
These children are born equal and unfortunately, subjugated by circumstances
They have no sin of their own except born by the innocents and sinners
Under the good and bad circumstances
They have no choice, they grow like plants who are the results of seeds thrown with care and nonchalantly
N Nkuna,25 December 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem