Let The Child Cry Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

Let him cry, oh the crying child, let him cry
Let him die to laugh oh the crying child, let him cry
He sees the pain in mother's laugh
Celebration of new born child that makes all in uniform of laugh
He has seen the sorrow wider than him
Lying flat like a dead man on him
He he well seen the pain
After awhile of flimsy glory tamed in pain
He sees the falling mansion
And the drying ocean
The blocking roads
And the world heavy loads
Let him cry, the childish cry
Let the elders never asked him why
Let the tears come in thick
Thick like a standing stick
He sees the cloud of tears
An old way garment in new tears
Isle of hope in blood of cowries
And the ancestors in robes of worries
Let him cry, oh it worths him cry
Let the heavens also join him to cry
If the elders can laugh
Let them cos to them it worths of laugh
Why are you crying
In tears the heavens road is blocking
The way can't be traced back home
Where banners of love hang on its own
Everyone celebrate the new born
Who gives ears to the cry of a new born
The child is crying to return
It's too late the world says' you can't return
Father oh father
Mother oh mother
Let the sound be heard
Maybe a voice of a clumsy shepherd
Let him cry oh let him cry
Let him die to laugh if loves to cry
Tell my tears to drop on the bowl
A sucking mouth of a child to mother like a rainbow
They cry, we laugh
They ask why, yet our mouth is rough
Enough of our laugh
Isn't the crying of the child enough?