Voices From The Womb Poem by abbas abubakar

We are yet to be born
But death is in seige
We have heard clunks of daggers
Chanting eulogy of our bonless flesh
Many thunderous eyes already transpiring
Through the scar of our abode

O men of the world
Please bring down your sword
And relegate the tension in your eyes
For we are just embroy
Seeking nutrient of the earth
Not constrain of the soil

O men of the world
Allow our shadows
To spring pass the shore of oceans
Allow our stars
To rain pass the saharan wind
We are the long awaited generation
We are the future of your fingers
The saint of your ascent
The sons of the sun
The noon of another moon

Take a sigh
And welcome us with love
For we are the bond
That hold you captive