Murderer Not Mother Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Where art thou! Where art thou!

When I was paddling
The canoe of life
Fighting for survival
I found thee missing all through
My early days of arrival

Where art thou! Where art thou!

When my body came aching
When the hunger came flogging
And ailments came knocking
What a motherless faggot;
The world never stopped mocking.

Where art thou! Where art thou!

When I needed milk
From thine crude breast.
A nap, on thy cold chest
A gentle peck on my silky head

Where art thou! Where art thou!

Together with my thoughts,
I've scaled through;
The petals of wild oceans
The grumbling waves,
And the scary storms
Amidst the abode of
The yawning whales
Now, I have a life,
Wealth; hugely made.

Where art thou! Where art thou!

It's been quite an age,
Thou got me laid, in the wilderness
Beneath the scorching, yet solitary sun
Thou art left, and never took a turn
Thou got me housed in a torn carton
Here are thou, claiming thou art got a son.

Oh! How I wish I own a gun

Yee have made me seen
A Murderer in thee, Not a Mother!