The Cry Of Death Poem by Joseph Ogbonna

Maternity cries once I heard
From the labour ward which I feared.
My wife's cry was the worst of all.
From a room so hellish and small
came threats from Death's looming shadows.
To the maternity gallows
did pleasure consign my dear wife,
which could have her life truncated,
thus leaving my life devastated.
But thanks to God who spared her life
from a curse on Girls He unleashed
in a Garden from where he banished
her for eating an accursed fruit.
I was reminded of the truth
that pains which torment like a brute
come as a result of pleasure
which we desire in our leisure.