Forget, Mother 2 Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I left you all day with fear
A wounded hear with a cruel blemish
Seeking for a healer
Tormented against strong will.
My whip welcomes you home all day
and scars on your body trembling
humiliation hasten by at the sight of you.
The sweat of your labour means nothing to me,.
How ever, a grave voice answer my call always
When ever i spring up in a new form
Bitter taste of freedom you see.

son i have done lots of wrong
But you tell me forget mother.
my Heart becomes black each time i see your smile
Your famish was banished by any enemy
by the flowing milk of your words
Sent anger to my stony heart.
Rest by you is an abomination
Always wanted you to be a goat, a battered chap,
But your blood are always crying for mercy
Each time i hit you on the ground.
Son of bitch i called you
But it makes you happier.


Wondered how i would hurt you more,
I called you a bastard
But it strengthened you.
At twelve i left you naked
Unclothed you walked about
I saw you sprawled on the ground in the hand of fever.
I left you with a fist punch.
The day i burnt you I thought you would die and leave me alone
However mercy came to rescue you.
love words sounds through your mouth
Hatred knocked it off.
and horrible wind swept off your voice.

as if men hung here unblown
NO one asked me about it.
Look at my heart crying
Your heart was broad and innocent
Colourful rainbow brightened your fears
Have you heard me wanted to sing and dance
a BEAUTIFUL SONG FOR YOU?
The funeral dancer have i joined
to bury you before yoUr time.
But suddenly, the air cracked
And then i changed my bullet flashing fire against you
When i heard you say again forget mother after all i have done.