Mother's Curse Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

You have undress my anger and made it bleed
Look into my eyes and behold rages
Nine months do i carried you in pains
Then nursed you in hardship amidst tears
Now you broke my heart righteously
I picked up this dust in the dusk
To alert my ancestors of your deeds.
I curse you son, upon this mountains
Shall labour night and day without bread
Sodom and Gomorrah days shall be better than you
In your day of destruction
Your body shall fall like the walls of ancient Jericho
With cheering of commoners
I curse you and your generations for defiling my bed and
Watching my nakedness, for violating your sister's body,
There shall be no cry of a child in your abode
In vain shall you labour in the field
Watch my lips for judgement in dawn
The ground shall mock your feet and fate
Air far from the testament of your being
Vultures shall devour your corpse on the last day
Then no one shall cry, no one shall moan
But all in merriment like the days of Noah
The maidens of Ohafia shall be far from you
Nkporo maidens translating your deeds to the air
Upon your dusty roof shall rain be far from
Never come behind not in merciful kneels
Hunger shall be your companion
Journey along with you in the forest of life
You saw through me son biting my emotion
You broke the law of nature with your hammer fist
Look into my eyes and behold rages
Nine months do i carried you in pains
Then nurse you in hardship amidst tears