,
My unborn son
Pronounced me a bastard
On the plight
Of undoing my fathers
,
He has waited
To see the light
If only I cared for ancestry
In a season of cursed bloods
And scavenging thinkers
,
My unborn son
Thought of sending me
A gift from nature
But I have been ransacked
Out of sterility
By a strange deity
,
He has tried
All in vain
To make me see
That life is worth having
A duplicate
Still, my mind is set
On been a limited edition
,
My unborn son
Behold the painful
Realization
His father upholds
In an accursed land
,
Hoping to stay unborn
This will be his fate
For only the undead
Will wish the unborn
The curses of their deeds
,
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25/2/2017
00:30
Maiduguri, Nigeria