My Hand-Made Poem by Aniekan Israel

Out of the mud I made you
Formed the cells and all the systems
Breathe upon you my own very self
A perfection, yes perfect was my handmade

'Tick tick' my heart was kindled
Smiles beaming forth her rays
Like a fire joy burned in me
Oh so wonderful and precious is my hand-made

Movement was far from you
I sighed and quickened you
Oh behold! My beautiful hand-made
Adorned in a beautiful wale

On daily basis I visit my Creation
One who depicts my image through a perfect formation
We talked, professing more of me
As days rolled, he got to know more of the light he sees

My strength waxed stronger
As I watched him becoming me
In knowledge my handmade grew braver
Taking Dominion of all I charged him

I crave bringing him immortality
On the approach of the scheduled appeared the invader
He exiled, leaving only a distance in out midst
Hidden from seeing his maker

I am saddened,
My hand-made now strives survival from afar

He has been stolen,
Enslaved and taken,
Far away from my beholding
Leaving the future with the forth coming
Now mine can't access me
Mine is far and can't see me
Mine is hovering like a chaff led by the wind
My rebel has done worse than my members expected

I have a quest,
With the rebel I've got no business
I weary for my hand-made
Whose abode my rebel shares

I said to myself what shall become of my handmade
Seeing that my rebel has sworn to keep him in the dark
He got my hand-made in the neck
He is working hard to consume my handmade
He stungs Their breathe like a pandemic pest

Now I watch my rebel spread himself in my hand-made
So heart breaking, knowing not their maker
They manifest more of my rebel
Leaving me with pains of a barren mother

Myself said to me
My blood shall speak in your courts for their sake
I said to myself, go gather my sons to me
Teach them to follow the pathway

For they are my hand-made
They were fed with what they shouldn't take
They are from me, for me and to be me
They should manifest fully all that is me