LETTER TO THE UNBORN

#a_letter_to_unborn Dear you unborn children Lying in the wombs of clueless mothers And in the testicles of powerless fathers Here I have stood since the morning shine Looking at a crowd of your thoughtless parents Sitting down in a season's wait For the President to address them Begging them To vote him in for a sixth term Dear you unborn children Why don't you kick hard your mothers' wombs And mercilessly pinch your father's testicles At least to restart the function of their thoughtless brains How will they sit here silently Listening to the lies of an aged dictator And entrust your future to an aged dinosaur Whose lust for power keeps him glued to the seat Whose hand pocketed the cash for neonatal care And swallowed the produce our farms gave Now you will be born under the watch of a traditional midwife And wrapped in a calico in this modern age. Dear you unborn children Will you watch your parents being eaten By a toothless crocodile marauding over the river valley, Enlighten them to sharpen the edges of their blunt knives To skin and share his carcass amongst themselves Hence safeguard the future of their riverside farms. Dear you unborn child When you get to inherit your ancestral land Know it's worn like a tattered garment It needs mending to restore its production Hoes can no longer till the land But a tractor will do the perfect tillage Ash can no longer kill the worm But agri-chems do perfect elimination So when you inherit this ancestral land Do not despise the use of farm books. Dear you unborn children I hope you got to read my letter Understanding it to the possible latter That you may follow my instruction!