AN ABORTED BABY TALKING
Daddy, Mummy, please why?
Is my life not precious to you?
Why should you make me cry,
Even as a clot of blood as I am?
Look at me here, wallowing in this refuse.
See me, suffocating in your cesspit.
If I had lived, you think I'd have no use?
O, you wicked, heartless mother!
You've prematurely ended my life;
Meanwhile yours was not ended.
You've ended my years with strife,
O wicked, heartless mother!
You've killed me, but I have a place in heaven.
Who knows if I would become a great personality?
I am gone but surely, you will carry the burden,
O, you wicked, heartless mother!
Mother, repent and give your life to Christ!
That is the only way you can have peace.
If not, you will suffer for causing my cries,
You wicked, heartless mother.
Even so, I still love you with all my heart.
I love you with every bit of me, Mummy.
O how I wish you and I did not part,
You wicked, heartless mother...
Isaac Essoun