A poem on children killed before they are born, especially during war.
You died in the womb of your mother,
With her you perished, in the torrents of war
Love she prepared for you as a mother for a child,
Never saw the rays of the sun.
You died before you were born
They who killed you, they who killed her
Still roam the towns in freedom,
They who killed you, they who killed her,
Still live in golden palaces, eat on silver plates.
While you rot on the surface of the earth,
Without a grave, without a name
Yes, you were killed before you were you.
For we are living in hard times
Where hate is more important than love,
Where death is honoured in the place of life,
Where truth stands solitary on the edges
Of the congregation of lies.
Poetry by Gilbert Shang Ndi
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Written on 2016-06-07 at 19:34
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You died in the womb of your mother
You died in the womb of your mother,
With her you perished, in the torrents of war
Love she prepared for you as a mother for a child,
Never saw the rays of the sun.
You died before you were born
They who killed you, they who killed her
Still roam the towns in freedom,
They who killed you, they who killed her,
Still live in golden palaces, eat on silver plates.
While you rot on the surface of the earth,
Without a grave, without a name
Yes, you were killed before you were you.
For we are living in hard times
Where hate is more important than love,
Where death is honoured in the place of life,
Where truth stands solitary on the edges
Of the congregation of lies.
Poetry by Gilbert Shang Ndi
Read 384 times
Written on 2016-06-07 at 19:34
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