I Am A Child Poem by Augustine Ogechukwu Nwulia

Yes, I am hope
tender soul and being,
I am a child
the ones whose future
you maim, rape and plunder.

Stilled by hope
your smiles like santa clause
bearing Christmas gifts
your grim dwindles in sharp fury
like reptiles in the dark.

Give back; that which you stole
be bold to accept your flaws,
...cos your greed seem to have
ruined my future.

The altar is stinking of your decay
God can no longer trust you in the dark
I hope no fate;
willfully misunderstand me
yet, I'm weary of my considerations.

Yes! I can imitate
give me something great to imitate
Worst or worth;
I fail to behold any iota of resemblance
in our dreams

Burn in me
flames of my true self not fictions,
Surround me with
my true history and culture;
for I'm greatness to be unfolded.