The Pastor Cried Poem by Moses Kainwo

The Pastor Cried



The Pastor cried each time his Queen giggled
But his Queen laughed to solve the old riddle

It was dark for eyes but not for yielding limbs
So wise and so submissive in the wings

None could see the pouring rain and bright sun
But the feeling was there of duties done

This was before he slept like a baby
And she watched over the newborn HE

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Moses Kainwo

Moses Kainwo

Freetown, Sierra Leone
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