By: Fathers Beress T. Chipuka
Let the child grow
Let bliss and ignorance fill his childhood
Let him take from the table of joy's foodLet the child learn
Let him give life to dreams
Let him have hopesRemove your hands from the child's eyes
Let him see what you despise
Let him walk through the boulevard of broken dreamsGive him a card that holds his worth
Tell him what he cannot say
Watch them threaten to chain and imprison him while telling him it's a free world
Watch him change from what you knew him as
To a a pupet driven by screens and numbers
Let him go for he must find his own wayLet him work under dictactors claiming to be freedom fighters
Then watch him loose himselfWatch the world rid him of both innocence and compassion
Let time serve as his killing disease
and memory as its symptomsLet him grow tired of the life he did not choose
Then let him hate
For ,for all at some point it is fate
Then let his ideals change that he may seek salvationLet him have a family and home and loved ones too
Let him be loved by all around him
Let his cup of joy vastly overflow
Then when he has accepted everything and is happy and content with existence
Let him die
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Words From The Abyss.
Poetrya collection of grim poems by fathers Beress T. Chipuka