Despair Poem by Imafidon Mac Henry

I sit hapless: a damned soul,
In the dark shadows of grief
Glancing into deeper shadows,
Bitten by black flies.
Mama, where is the wild chants
And countless tickles that heralded
My arrival at birth?

Why should my lips be made
To sing songs of sorrow?
Every time the sun runs to hide.
Why does my heart beat rhythm of pains?
I'm lost in thoughts that are dragging,
Drawing, sinking me deep in despair.

Mama, hunger has seized the stream
Of my blood and the crop of my heart
Has been molested by the garment of weed.
Why is the universe desecrated
With chameleon faeces?
Why should the innocent die
While the wicked trample
On their graves with scorn?

You didn't tell me to be gold,
One must jump into baking coal,
Speak to me! if my birth is a fluke
As they said, or has your lips
Been shut by the hurricane wind?
Speak to me! because my heart
Is bleeding to death!