Still Birth Was Never Late

Shona Loya

Ohw we were longing but not long enough as he was no more

Not long enough as he never ate through those pipes,

Not long enough as He never kicked my umbilical cord,

So long enough for He was no Longer.

 

Ohh Jah I thought it was a blessing but yeah it turned into a cursing

For he was not around to feed Him soul food

For he was never around to arm Him with Power and Wisdom,

For He was in the Long run against his Barbaric In-laws

So long enough that He reached the finish line before he was Longer.

 

How excited we were at first but not at last,

As he watched him being washed away from the bathroom

As He cried in silence her mother tried comforting Him with his,

Love, Care, Passion and Hope.

So long enough that He inhaled the dead’s breathe before He could live.

 

We tried but the flash was too bright for Him to see the light,

Damn He was going to be Marley the 2nd, but yeah He is now the

The King of the Forbidden Lands, the Lord of the unknown Jungle

A prophet of no church but the Messiah of the Garden of Eden

Yes He is King Haille Selasie the Ezi Emperor ma gist

The Lion of Judah who was never raped, tortured nor crippled

For the conquer was undefeatable, untouchable and a true Africanist

Who died for the noblest course on Earth which was........

Land, Love and Honour............             

           Ethiopia the Land of the Cushites.

  • Author: Carl Zimbiri (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2017 04:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: It means everything to me
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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