Dont cry, mama!
I feel the pain than you,
Stand to your knees, papa!
Ices are melting in my veins too
Hells are blazing in mine brain
Bloods running down my bandage
Mama, breast your crying baby again
Worry but less about this mange
You aren't at fault, papa!
I will care for my swollen wounds
Dry your teardrops, mama!
Things will turn all better rounds
Kindest heaven will soon rearrange
Everything to its correct flange
Someone is banging on God's door
I know this isn't what you long for
Though, this isn't the real CHANGE
But another real Chain of bondage.
Unfortunately, much of Africa doesn't get much press here. It is a shame and an outrage. I wish you strength and happiness
Really a poignant bit of poetry written in verse with rhythmic splendour. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Ebuka.
Hells are blazing in mine brain Mama, breast your crying baby again Dry your teardrops, mama! Someone is banging on God's door Change from bondage. A heart breaking prayer to God Crying before mum. Mum becomes a symbol of the protection of God. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can relate well enough with your writing, we all in this part of the world do. but there is always a ray of hope to look upon as your poem points out. i too have writen a couple of laments over the past few days about the goings on. The future is bright howbeit