Less You Forget Poem by Preston Mwiinga

What has gone wrong that you have entirely forgotten about your lord you God.
Your mouth is full of mouth diarrhea, you speak any how, like you are a twitter.
You use speak blasphemy and his face and his church is now your podium.
You have become heartless,
You find pleasure is oppressing the poor.
But listen to me.

On the day you were born your cord was not cut,
nor were you washed with water to make you clean, nor were you rubbed with salt or wrapped in cloths. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough to do any of these things for you.
Rather, you were thrown out into the open field,
for on the day you were born you were despised.
Then the lord passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood,
and as you lay there in your blood he said to you, "Live! "
He made you grow like a plant of the field.
You grew and developed and entered puberty.
Your breasts had formed and your hair had grown, yet you were stark naked.
Later he passed by, and when he looked at you and saw that you were old enough for love,
he spread the corner of his garment over you and covered your naked body.
He took you as his own child

Wake up from from your amnesia and live as the lord your God desired you too.
He still loves you, he is still waiting for you.
Come to him now, Less you forget.