Flesh For Flesh, Blood For Blood! Poem by Wesongah David

She takes little tottering steps towards daddy,
Little necklace locket in her tiny hands,
Laced with a 'for my unborn daughter' signage,
'Daddy it's me' she seems to be saying,
But wait daddy is writing prose for posterity's sake,
Daddy wants to win a Caine maybe a Nobel,
The smile comes on to haunt him,
She smiles and blooms to life,
Daddy sees mummy in her eyes,
Daddy sees self in her smile,
'Daddy where's mummy?
But she still can't pronounce the noun,
And daddy breaks down crying,
Uhm, when it's done it will be said,
Blood for blood, flesh for flesh!

Daddy looks down on the notes on the table,
Sees her daughter turn away locket in hand,
'Am I dreaming or it's a farce in my writing? '
But it can't be fate still on the little dimples,
'little angel daddy loves you
Mummy loves you but could never be here,
Mummy has to be on the front pages of the O! magazine,
But I hope you will be more than just a front page girl,
Coz daddy didn't do the money on stash fronting on drugs
And when daddy says it he means it, '
For daddy you are flesh for flesh, blood for blood.

'For Karma's sake daddy wants to teach you,
Little locket in daddy's heart you are,
Never what daddy went through
For what daddy never had but mummy thought he had,
Lost it all in the little smile tottering towards daddy,
Never a tear down the dreary paths of confusion,
Tears will kill daddy much as daddy wants the locket never parted with,
Daddy was not the one who construed it,
What goes around comes around is been there for ages,
But if you have to be like daddy then you'll know it,
Be better than daddy or worse than he was,
To call shots rugged spines downing on your sorrow,
If pain comes around let the blood show in your eyes,
Soiled hands for a dead generation,
And the buck had to stop somewhere,
With daddy smiling down on you,
For daddy you are flesh for flesh,
And daddy you are blood for blood! '