The Cry Of The Motherless Poem by Bamisaye Adeniran

Can someone hear that sound of pain?
Can't anyone hear the voice of a crying child?
I perceive, the child needs some help
Hmm… that's the cry of helplessness.

I perceive some sign of desperadoes
It calls for urgent attention
But, where has the voice traveled from
Spirit of the wind, take me there
I've got to do something to help.

Like a blind man, I've got to trace this
Relaying on my instinct
'Spirit of the blind', where are thou?
I've. Got to trace this helpless crying child
Yes, I have to offer my care.

I'm getting closer, sure I am
Yeah! Come see
What a lovely child… where is the mother?
Don't tell me that...

The fallen hold of unity
The robbers called leaders, converting public into private luxury
These are bunch of robbers, they are not for us
They are concerned about their bottomless pockets
They'll never be satisfied, see them coming again.

This is one thing that binds us together
Making us to forget our ethnic and religious differences
Regardless, we come together and forget our diversities
These bunch of robbers have messed it up
They make us groan in pain unexplainable