01-06-2016, 09:43 AM
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poem: Poor Woman
poet: Juan Mwaikusa
black woman of africa
woman of the jungle fields
now you cry, woman,now you lament
that your child is lost
that the fire of life is no longer in him
that now he i stone dead to you
you who endured for him the pain of delivery
and toil of care and growth
But you forget, woman
That when she was a baby
you refused him your breast
you fed him with powdered milk
and gave him sugar crystals
instead of wild honey you've always known
fake food he ate
And your heart glowed(kung'aa)
to his artificial smile
And when the dirty you fed him
finally dropped out of his anus
After destroy his inside
you collected the faeces with a song
And held a little bundle, burning hot with life
And out you went to throw it
into the cold depths
of the toilet bowl
And now your child suffers
He suffers deaths for the murder you committed
So you must weep and suffer with him
poor woman of Africa
poet: Juan Mwaikusa
black woman of africa
woman of the jungle fields
now you cry, woman,now you lament
that your child is lost
that the fire of life is no longer in him
that now he i stone dead to you
you who endured for him the pain of delivery
and toil of care and growth
But you forget, woman
That when she was a baby
you refused him your breast
you fed him with powdered milk
and gave him sugar crystals
instead of wild honey you've always known
fake food he ate
And your heart glowed(kung'aa)
to his artificial smile
And when the dirty you fed him
finally dropped out of his anus
After destroy his inside
you collected the faeces with a song
And held a little bundle, burning hot with life
And out you went to throw it
into the cold depths
of the toilet bowl
And now your child suffers
He suffers deaths for the murder you committed
So you must weep and suffer with him
poor woman of Africa