Come Now, Child Poem by Terrance Mawanga

On the wings like those of an eagle she craved to soar,
With the undeterred courage of a wild boar,
But you fell oh my darling child in a quest to find prosperity,
Now you are enveloped by the repulsive odour of poverty

The cemetery now waits impatiently for your flesh,
For your blood ceased long ago to be fresh,
When you were seduced by the rich man's essence,
And for a song, to these vultures you sold your innocence,

Thus they decimated mercilessly your feminine being,
Trampling over you body like some worthless thing,
Like two mutually overflowing rivers, they emerge,
At the very core of my existence the salty waters converge

For wasted you are and nothing of your soul is there to gather
Come now oh daughter, find solace in this bosom of thy mother,
Hold on to my hand ever so tight,
Together we will chase away that fearsome sight.