Abortion

Stop killing the babies
It destroys your souls
What wrong have they done
That after you request them
From the unborn world
And won't allow them
The right to the physical world
Stop killing the babies
Else, their innocent souls
Shall give you no comfort
Allow them to fell this world
Before we continues to the unknown world
Yes! Stop killing the babies
If you are not ready.
Just back off
And save your soul
Abortion is an abomination
It come bring calamity
Into the whole vicinity
So just stop killing the little ones
They never mean to be treated like that
The father who acts in Heaven
Shall listen to their prayers
And you shall never prosper
Until you stop the abortions
Killing innocent babies
Every night and day
I hears the voice everywhere
Asking what have I done?
Mama! I wish to live
But not like you do

Bitter Memories

when i recall who you are
and the impact you played
never thought i would have missed you
but that together as one
mama, we should have been
that is why i crys always
when i got it clear
that you are called late
oh! what a shock!
what about the field?
upon which you toiled!
planted seeds and nurtured them
hoping to yield the resulting fruits
which are almost riped for harvest!
is death been fair at all?
i wish it was in my shoes.
knowing the dreams and hopes
mama, you had for us
and that of your children
but then, onto the maker
be all glories and supplications
and mama!
every-timei look at myself
you are the one i see
and though my hope is alive,
my memories are bitter.
its like a happy sunny day
with very bitter memories

Want All

Are you not satisfied?
Feeling alright within?
Are you not happy?
Feeling okay within?

Now that you got it
What more is left?
Now you are done with me
What else can you do?

You wanted all in life
Yet! You can't get all
Try to be content
And also thankful for all

Life is very dangerous
So live learning the rules
And simply go by them
For you shall never regret

Do you know?
That not all that you want
Might you get in life
So remain affirmative always

Labor Without Bread

She was a farmer
And sowed ten seeds
Three of them died prematurely
She was nurturing the rest
With hope and faith to win
But as she was not looking
And before she begin to harvest
Killers raided and took her precious life
Making her labor fruitless
Oh! How she wished to enjoy this bread
The bread of her hard labor
Ahh! It's very very painful
To labor without enjoying the bread

To Mama!

Haile you Mama!
The mother of my world
My one and only one
Whose love, none can compare
Though you are far in the next world
My love for you shall always glow
As the blessed morning sun
To Jehovah the Lord of lords
I give my most thanks for you Mama