What is this I see?
This boy; the pride and tender joy of my mother
Laughter boosting from the agony of birth pangs
The quickest form of communication between her pelvic and vagina
The sounds hitting differently
To announce his arrival from womb cave
She guards his life
“Throw your arms around him. Believe me, you will not regret it.’’
This is too much grip I see
Guide him well and you are not staking your life now
Give him a wide berth and then, a break
Is this not his ride? Although, not literally
Evil is restless to deploy its seeking prey
This boy – oh my sweetness
They cannot get a good night sleep unless they
have made a miserable remark out of him
Those folks who eat the bread of wickedness and drink
the wine of violence peep into your neighborhood
This boy – let his path glow – travelers will not see a thing
Give a message in view at all times – the messenger in close
range away from the womb.
This Man; your mouth chews and savors and relishes evil
Your mother cannot stand the taste of your evil
If only she took to lady wisdom;
Discretion lived just down the street
Possession of regrets may lead the way to an early grave
Your failure is like that of a building – a vast vault upside down
Wrong installation of an over-pampered generation;
This error, too much grieve has been made
On the benchmark of love for… oh my sweetness
Your death will mean nothing to this world
“May you be assigned to the sea limits
of earth’s foundations.” Your jury have spoken
Men and women both are terrified by the work your womb crafted
You are responsible for a nuclear unrest
This man – may he only be your slaughtered meat
Let no woman bruised on bandages lament from
being raped by the boy you refused to man!