Tears Of An Infant - Poem by Chukwukere Timothy
The best wines always comes first
The less for for those who desire more.
You made your choice
And locked me behind these gates,
Gates mightier than the walls of Jericho; Gates of your heart.
I was locked out by your gates of
Useless; you think of me.
Condemned and cast to ruine outside
your gates. I felt like I was in the threshold of life,
I wanted to come, I dream of a life, I had
I was tortured, I was cut,
I screamed like a prisoner
In a horrible dark cell like hell. You're diabolic!
I left furious and screaming.
Why do I deserve this wicked death?
Why wouldn't you let me grow?
Why should you call an infant a monster?
Who can I harm? Mother, don't I deserve to live?
Tell me why you've lived
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