Voice Of The Unborn Child Poem by Peter Daniel Phiri

I am the voice of an unborn child,
Who demand some changes before he comes to the world.

Though tiny,
His lips will shine so broadly,
His cheeks will burn, before he starts crying again.

Nature will rejoice,
Birds will sing,
And angels will gather.

The lord will whisper into his ear his path to life,
His blessings and gifts;
Though soon to be forgotten once a teenager.

The world will dampen his spirit,
Love will break him apart,
And fighting will make him weary.

His dreams,
Though sweet;
Will forever remain locked in his head.