I am that child whose eyes are home of tears,
whose cheeks are paths for them to tread.
I am that child whose head is full of thoughts
of what tomorrow may bring forth.
I am that child whose belly sing hymns of hunger
throughout seasons, winters to summers.
I am that child who witnesses droughts in all moments
even at times where there are plentiful harvests.
Please pray for me
as my ship struggle on this sea,
for a tempestuous breeze threaten its welfare
surging to bring it a shipwreck.
Should this flow not be altered,
this strong battle not be conquered,
then my loudest cries would become sighs
and my continuous strive shall become vainly tries.
Please pray for me,
listen to me,
I am that child whose face is an embodiment of mercy
calling to the world to shower me with pity.
© Alabi Muheez Ajibola
Aj Maverick
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