The Bleeding Son! Poem by Solomon Ndichu

Born among sons of a son
Son of flesh, son of the world
Shine your light
Show us the way.

But which way if he knows not the destination?
Have we not left our sons to be taught by a magic wand?
How will he reach the stars if alcohol is his only flight?
Which knowledge will he use if he has never seen a book array?

Growing he must learn never to cry and fight his demon
Blow, 'blow by blow', his family enemies to the wind
Hide his fear in the dark and fight
To the strong, people respect pay

Which muscle moves without a brain?
Which family will he protect if to a eunuch he got dosed?
How will he fight if to the world unarmed he's sent?
How strong is he, if behind the mask his emotions burn like hay?

His problems are of is own
His alone, your sun, his in the dark and caved?
He's crying, screaming for help like a man, behind the smile see his heart
He yarns to steal a smile from his father to use as a light ray

Isn't it better be a coward than face the world alone, Be called a Man?
Which problems will he solve if his are but piled?
How will he learn to be a pillar if he has no support?
How will he lean to comfort if his heart is kept at bay?

So a plea for all sons under the mighty star; The sun
Give us knowledge and protect us and we'll die for you on your death bed!
Guide us, show us the way and we'll light only most bright!
And we'll be proud of you and you of us, on that day! ! !