The Standard (Zimbabwe)

Maternity ward

- BY ESNATH DUBE

Go there and vomit Go there and wretch Go there and promise Go there and vow never to Give birth again

Martenity ward is a ne,trapping Stomarc swelled mothers,uniting Them,binding them with chains of Su ering,pain and hope

Go there not if pregnant you Are not

Maternity ward is a muddle paddle A degradatio­n competitio­n ring for The strongest yet weaker gender Of the earth,in the maternity ward Women physically undress in front Of all without shame for a noble Cause to give life

In maternity ward grief and gay Are twin sisters,care and Carelessne­ss

Hand in hand they parole around The maternity ward witnessing Tears and smiles

In the name of money mothers Su ering is reduced,in the name Of the same money womens Su ering is elevated,calling By mother Theresa in the Maternity ward,reveals itself

Love care and dignity restoratio­n

To the mothers in pain,like a

Shining north star in darkness

Gives mothers hope and

Perseveran­ce ,those by angels of Destructio­n were called, to the

Clients charter, we urge you to

Turn,like Lot's wife,Ubuntu ,our legacy is pestered there

Mothers,my tummy tumbles

And my heart trmbles when in

There you go,however,your strength holds my shoulders Reckoning me to relax,hang on

In there mothers,without

The maternity ward,the human Race extincted

Mothers , uniting them,together binding then In su ering and pain ,don't go there Martenity ward is a degradatio­n competitio­n ring For strongest gender of the earth Women undress physical clothing and

Inner clothes,ego,without shame for

No human gender other than them can Reproduce themselves

I'n the maternity ward su ering and joy

Are twin brothers,care and carelessne­ss Hand in hand they parole round the ward Lives are lost,saved ,wasted and preserved We have seen all.In the name of money Mother's su ering is made less,in the name of Money womens pains are elevated

Calling ,by mother Theresa,in the Martenity ward reveals itself,love

Care and dignity restoratio­n to mothers

In pain like a shining north star in Darkness gives mothers hope and perseveran­ce Those called by angels of destructio­n

In the ward,our plea is to urge you

To turn your eyes towards your clients charter We know it,of Ubuntu it reminds you

Mothers women your su ering pains Me when to that ward you go,your strength Though holds my shoulders and urge me To relax,for I know you are thoroughbr­eds Hang on you do until we all smile Martenity ward without you the human Race becomes extinct

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