The Virgin Mother Poem by Warri Stanley

The Virgin Mother.


Tears and sorrow make her heart heavy.
Her future so dark like the charcoal,
From the branches of the Opepe tree.
Tears drops off her eyes to make flood.

Ah! black Mother of the sun,
You weep but can't stop the train.
Iniquity runs in our blood and vain

Your offsprings has been massacred,
And denied from the treasury pot.
Another morning, they will hijack the pot.
Offspring offsprings will follow the same.
The next morning vultures will eat the rest.

Every season, lions eat up her children
In another hyenas will eat the remain.
Tiger and tigress gnash seek to devour.
In the dark wolfs roams to seek to devour.

Oh Virgin mother, is this your true green?
Green that shines like the galaxy.
Is now dark like the heart of yours.
Now, another season is at the corner.
Lions, hyenas vultures don't come.
So that her peace will be cooled,
And her heaven true blue.


-WARRI STANLEY