Oh! dear child
I wish I could hold my mouth
when your tears decide to take a stroll
or stall your feet, so that you remain the same
shielded to the infancy of our mishaps.
Oh! dear child
I wish I could unburden the load
we abandoned you
Detached to the reality of the day
piping a flute of lies
birthing a nation of ignorance
jumping on the band of influence.
Oh! dear child
I wish we could learn to shut our ears
so that when the whirlwind of the world came beating at our feet
we could have worn the cape for you
but instead, we choose to be swallowed
Oh! dear child
our hands bled out of love
& we forgot to teach you the art of living
scarred with the desire for some more
we sailed oceans on blue
hoping Green to raise you up
nervous of the past ghosts, that took us up to adulthood.
For we were young and naive
when we decided to plant the Garden of Life
abandoning the principle of cultivation
only awaiting the mercy of the sky
to nature our harvest for us to feast.
