Weep Child Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

Weep Child



A child born out of purpose. A chill night, no warmth, Typhoon, no respite! Where to start, no way, Not to talk of forward, Mother has no milk, Herself is drained. Weep child! Let them hear, That would help you. Child weep, Let it be your consolation! Do not be like your fathers, That would not confess. Weep loudly, Let the desert rest!

Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: africa,child
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