by L.G.Kamnqa
In spring a child as born
with glitterings of a rainy dawn
and the birds singing a welcoming song
And a baby boy once came to witness,
the pale and plight scotching their souls;
in this monstrous world we live in
Not knowing the orbit of life
but the grasp was within the deliverer-
of great delicacy; with disillusions intact
Flowing into the veins of this land
poisoning the hearts and brains of our world
His name of birth was happiness
Pity ;the world snarled at his arrival
and snarled again; always in fear and misery
creating catastrophes among the siblings,
but his conscious came to being
And saw a great fall of mind, body and soul
Landed awkwardly with no courage to wake up
and continue with the journey of his mission
to fulfill his destiny for once he lived for
Melancholy was a popular state of mind
And so he lived but not for long
Half human life expectancy
willing to sacrifice what he strived for;
the benefit of poor and
disadvantaged minds circulating
With no expectations for reward
