You never abashed amidst the perfunctory embarrassment
You don’t reject the ungrateful benefactor fiend
In your open glare, they explore.
In your silent mood, they conjure.
Your womb at least does not revolt
Your humbleness taketh for granted in quote.
How on earth ’ll thy keep mute
In the various battery of ingratitude?
Ho! Taketh no more the slap
Humble no more the hiccup
Small not for appreciation
Bigger not for celebration
Under duress your children tolerate
Hunted not in deliberate
Your plan dampened theirs reopened
The will for many thieved.
Weep not for your losses
Keep joy for your roses
You are gentle in mind and soul
Your children grumble for retreat
Count not your loses
But cuddle and carry your cruses
You born bastards and legitimates
Who appreciate and depreciate
Patriotic in heart and patriotic indeed
Unfortunate in birth and grow and sick
You are not unfortunate to bear
The insubordinate in queer.
In emptiness they grow
And in forgetful they flow
Born for nothing children of shame
Who don’t remorse in crime.
- Mattew Bisi Adewuyi
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