By Eric Lungai.
Do not feel the haste to come
Oh you, the unborn, the unsinned.
Why would you want
To come wrestle for survival
In this unending war of servitude
Of a life?
A war so severe and coarse,
And never ending?
Oh you, the unborn, the naive,
Why doeth thee pain thy mother
With the want to be born?
Please, you the unborn innocent,
I beseech you, do not come,
And struggle for survival.
Do not come, oh you, the child of my mother.
I know the potential that burns your bosom,
I know you want to live and love,
I know you want to fight for survival
I know all these and more, but this world is not for you.
You deserve what's better, child.
Like your mum's protected womb.
Not a world already insane
And turned upside down
By corrupted ideologies!
Eric Lungai is a writer at The Standard Media Group. Follow him on Facebook.
