Child’s Lamen­ta­tion

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It mat­ters Not how I was con­ceived Be­cause I am But a child My early rec­ol­lec­tion fails me To ac­count for pre­na­tal is­sues But pre­sume the news of my be­ing Was re­ceived with fan­fare Ec­stasy and buoy­ancy choked the skies Some­one’s sta­tus was up­graded And Mums and Fa­thers they be­came My birth-rite spread like veld fires And the buoy­ancy was in­fec­tious Kisses and cud­dles shaded the sun It was a pre­cious mo­ment For the Tiny Tots! All I fan­cied was or­di­nance And the Right to Life A Safe Home Full of bound­less Love Easy ac­cess to so­cial ameni­ties A Com­mu­nity ooz­ing with Ubuntu And that glide among the stars It has been my child­hood Fan­tasy That dream re­mains a mere phantom Cru­elly dashed in in­fancy! In my tem­pes­tu­ous youth I em­brace Hu­mil­ity And in­dulge in hum­ble of­fer­ings That mould my Char­ac­ter And af­firm my Per­son­al­ity To sur­vive in a cut-throat world I have borne the brunt of atroc­i­ties With bro­ken prin­ci­pal­i­ties of Hu­man­ism I have en­dured Hu­man Rights vi­o­la­tions The joys that cel­e­brated my birth And youth­ful es­capades All have turned cor­ro­sive! I am the Hunted Rape and death stalk me with cold en­thu­si­asm Yes­ter­day I nar­rowly es­caped en­trap­ment It was by a whisker’s mar­gin Notwith­stand­ing my che­quered life ex­pe­ri­ences I am still But a Child Born in a twisted world with cold com­pas­sion All I need is the world that em­braces And nur­tures me as a Child!

Writ­ten by Le­busa Mony­ooe

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