After God's creation
He spoke my name
He called me Abandoned
I'm the abandoned!
I'm the true definition of rejection
Though I never inspired the injection
I was forced to earth through pleasure
Gotten under the brief sigh of time
Sold to the hands of death
Who packaged me into the boot of its car
I was born to be packaged
Like a sealed drip bag
And there, I sing the song of sorrow
Tell my mother the sun shall cease to shine on her
Tell my father his eyes shall know no day
For I shall continually come as Abiku
(C)EKWUEME KC
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