Wearing A Crown Poem by Ishmael Onserio

Welcome to the club,
It's lovely, you fit in this world,
It is the blessed call of nature, a rebirth,
Bring to us a king, let him rule come tomorrow,
I see the brave, let him help our land, strong as a stub,
Many crave for this transformational trip, a duty fulfilled,
Going through this rugged road calls for a well-founded faith,
It's not a jump over, muscles tiring and disuse of the bone marrow,
Sad mornings come with a chilling emptying of the hungry tummy,
Beloved daughters of the world seen walking around so blatantly,
Whispers from the sky inflicting that hungering for perseverance,
The horseman cracking big dusty stones for a daybreak's meal,
Cramping and strained bowel recoiling in that queer anatomy,
Fussy minds, going through the ascribed ordeal is so costly,
At day close, happiness witnessed in that divine chance,
The waited descent passes on with an intent to heal,
Life giving blood pooling at the foot of the floor,
Joyful cries entwined in the celebration front,
That moonlight casts wide everlasting hope,
Surely the end of sweet sorrow comes by,
Wearing of that one crown, so sore,
Just like a lone mouse in a hunt,
It's wide like a celestial globe,
Yet, a charming lullaby.