Even Louis Macneice Said This Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Your said it mouthful
You took my words
Well spoken words
Is a well said words

Sing a song and save offspring's
Save a song and sing

I am not yet born: Oh hear me
I am not yet born: Console me
I am not yet born: Provide me
I am not yet born: Forgive me
I am not yet born: Rehearse me
I am not yet born: Oh fill me

Hear me when I pray
I have seen innocent offspring's
Been killed unconscious
Demolisher of resisting blood
Roaring immortality, cruelty is witnessed by falling stars
Justified by deeming moon

Hear me when I pray
Hear me Lord