john chizoba vincent
Far Away Cry Of A Child - Poem by john chizoba vincent
FARAWAY CRY OF A CHILD
Mother hold my hand, I am falling,
Don't let me fall and gnash my teeth
On the concret wall in front of me.
Mother, why are we not like others?
Why has papa gone astry with his mistress?
What does the future hold for us, mother?
Why is things so difficult for us?
Shall we remain in this swing forever with
This tattered clothes and shameless hair?
Would there be a enough food for us this night?
Mother answer me! When would father come home?
Where is mary my humble miracle sister?
Son, the dark cloud has not gotten enough water yet.
You shall not fall when mother is here with you,
So many questions make the heart bitter but
be assured that the dance in the forest is not
Meant for only one tree but it is for all.
We shall dance through this son, we shall with
Songs of joy when the time comes.
Father might be stupid but mother can't be because
The bond between mother to a child and the family is stronger than that that exist between father and son.
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