Son Of Tomorrow Poem by John Sensele

Son of tomorrow, son of sorrow
Lift up spirits, pray for God's gifts
To soar you higher lest you borrow
Hours to labour in shoe string shifts.

Son of honour, son of demeanour
Cling to your dreams, reel off streams
Blessed with feats, blessed with stamina
To dispense street kids with vanilla creams.

Son of man, son of woman
Born with no pornography to devour
In public or in private when a doorman
Spirits into your crib woman's power.

Son of love, son of dove
Let your heart part with
Unfaith when a command from above
‘Love to your foes you need to bequeath.'