Ode to lost chil­dren

Jamaica Gleaner - - ARTS&EDUCATION -

Moth­ers, you gave birth in agony But your pain turned to joy As your lit­tle child grew from baby to boy or lit­tle girl with a cute toy. You saw the growth and devel­op­ment of your chil­dren You re­buked their child­ish plays and re­mem­bered your own mis­chievous days Your own long ago stub­born ways. You saw your­self mir­rored in them, but much more,as their dis­tinct per­son­al­i­ties emerged. They were unique, im­pul­sive, full of verve. They were flam­boy­ant or in­hib­ited, get­ting on your nerve. You had faith in them be­com­ing bet­ter than you – be­cause you’re here. Now you weep, Rachael, weep for your off spring killed in in­no­cence just for a lit­tle bling Weep for the one who was yours even from a

fling. Weep in agony even for those who are not yours Weep! Your cries are not in vain for your prayers are un­feigned Weep to a God who rules and reigns. Fa­thers, don’t tough it out Or you’ll kill that nigga for your hands are a-quiver Cry or cry out. Talk or shout out. Get coun­sel, don’t mum­ble Or you’ll lose your mind And walk the street be­cause you-a pine Cig­a­rette won’t re­move it Weed won’t heal it But God will judge it God’s ears are not dull His hands are ex­tended He is the world­wide di­rec­tor of pub­lic prose­cu­tion – He is judge, jury and ex­e­cu­tioner The guilty

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