by Bo Kibiwot on Monday, 19 April 2010 at 14:39 ·


Mothers womb
is the most peaceful place in the world;
for anyone like me, a child.
soon as we are out
we contact filth
and the great disease; sin.
but some people are trying
to disturb our peace,
before the end
of our nine months sleep.
some giving mother pills,
some poking me with needles,
'don't they know, i too feel?'
if only i had a voice
i'd speak to complain;
'oh! How you inflict pain on me.'

'oh! Mother. Of all people!
you i expected least.
how can you?
you conceive me
yet you have no love for me!
i can feel your treachery
in your blood,
resisting my being;
i feel your heavy heart,
full of dislike for me.
oh! How much i pity me.
this is worse than even death
could ever be;
who's going to save me!
if you, my mother!
cannot think twice
'bout ending
my short lived life?