Poetry

Ojo Taiye – Weep Not Child

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Weep Not Child

 

I

Nothing hurts like seething embers

fired in the hearth of another brother

the world mocks at you

to see your trickling pain

am not them

love in rinds of hate

 

 

II

I envy your overgrown beard

that speaks volume of responsibility

never to be shadowed by your sparring father

who dwells in office and your mother at home

I was told by you and for you

he had no fatherhood

 

 

III

And you left his hive

in a silvery season

to find your path among the rubbles of the fate

to build a dynasty with petals of blood

weep not child

life is a grain of wheat

 

Ojo Taiye

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