Bereaved Mother Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

when i was in England

i received a parcel

in the parcel was a letter

it reads thus 'the bereaved mother'

i torn my self apart and came down to my fatherland



i can look the sun in the face

and tell what they have done to my beloved mother

mother Nigeria

she laid among the pigs howling

who might have done this? i cried

but the leaders laughed me scornfully



i trembled at their crunching foot steps

i shivers at their deafening laugh

thirsty for the blood of the poor which,

mother tried to preserved until she was captured



Now see what they have done to her

Bruises all over her face

her tasty milk got sour and she groan

be brave mother,

Forget not your children in misery

they are pushed in to hardship like slaves

in the land which suppose to shade them

soiled in poverty but still wear smile as all is well

they wait upon your revolt



heal quick to fight them all

so to protect us all

like mother hen protect its chicks

never leave us alone in the dark

kill them all, kill them all, mother

when a child is beaten by her mother

she received him with left hand but

if he refuses, he is left to perish

you bore us and under your shade we

suck breast but some of our brothers

has gone astray in a mischievous manner



the sweat of your work

would never be a waste

i lay alone in the dark

in supplication, for my people

the owl howl terribly

but fear i discard from my heart

father must hear this

perhaps, he might be of help to us

to bear our pains and fight them all

to our freedom and liberty



ALL RIGHT RESERVED (C) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT 2013