The Cry Of An Aborted Child Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Hey! , kill me not, i have a mission.
Pierce not your sword in my eyes i have a vision.

My father! , where are you? , come help me,
From this murderer.Mother please set me free.

Mr physician, don't be this mean.
Endorse my existence, don't do this thing.

Like you, i'm come to this joyful sad globe,
To exhibit nothing but my inbuild treasure and goal.

Do pardon me, if it's an offense of the latter.
Count it not, if it's my mother order.

Oh heaven! , my intestine is cut off her stomach.
What a lovely world i'm deprived to behold outside this cell?

Horror! , i going back therefore again to my abode to tell my tale to the great monarch.
But, within here, will i tarry, to stumble my carrier, because by her choice i bid the world farewell.
C.2017