Blurred Future

It could have been that superstar, or maybe an international player,
It could have been our tomorrow's leader, a neurosurgeon longed for,
Maybe a pope to save the world, maybe a mother like the Virgin Mary,
Little did it know, that it wasn't worthy to live,
It was terminated, before it was due time,
Another one had gone to waste, a dream had been killed,
No more hope, she had killed the future.

No hope for the tomorrow that we are longing for,
No mercy for the innocent creatures being terminated,
Each day starting with mourns, silent but painful mourns,
No more interrogating our actions,
We have taken everything in our hands,
We have killed the future with our hands.

And now holding corpses in our own hands,
Darkness that we so welcomed ,
You were not disrupted from the womb where you were conceived,
Why do such injustice to an innocent soul,
Maybe it could be the one to unleash your Yokes,
Or be your source of joy and the reason to live.

What do you gain oh ungrateful woman ,
What if it happens that the blood and flesh of the infant,
Drops upon your womb and closes it,
That you may never have to kill more souls before they see light,
Or you follow the soul to the house of mockery,
As you await judgement in hell.

Leave them to see dawn I beg,
Bring them unto the misty world,
And give them to dogs to nurse them,
For this their instincts surpass those of men,
If you love the sweetness and warmth of the forbidden fruit,
Then welcome the outcome of the seeds of the fruit.


Holy Boy Ritchie Ft Poetess Nyambura.