Die Not Son Poem by Mulunda Silingi Phelix Nasiombe

My son why did you marry that slut?
I warned youthat their family is indecent.
I told you their mother had two husbands
Didn't I tell you that their father was an imbecile
The imbecility in him was a woman made!
Didn't I warn my son?
Now, see how you are mad!
You walk around blabbing to yourself
You have become a sloth and folly of our village town!
Where will I go to rescue you?
When I ask myself such a question, tears spare me not.
They miss not my flabby cheeks
As if washing away your madness.
What pains me most is how she abandoned you with the kids!
Just because you had lost your job!
And that you can no longer buy her valentine gifts!
And that you can't afford her outings!
And that you can't manage her pedicure and manicure costs!
And that her wardrobe is replete of old and dead fashions which you can't replace.
That woman! My son, I warned you.
I don't know what you are to tell me!
What about your 4 children?
Are you to tell them that their mother is married elsewhere?
My son, die not, come back to mom.