Happy Birthday.
A daughter is born, a son is crying,
The world rejoiced when you cried,
Why do you cry! Why did you cry?
Is it because of fear, is it?
You rose your eyes, yes you did,
You saw darkness and heard mysteries voices,
Or you saw scary faces yet humble and caring,
Or was it the shadow that had no shape? Was it?
Or it was that movement of those who came to take you?
Tell me son, will you tell me daughter?
Is it because you knew this world,
You knew being in this world is a punishment?
You knew you won’t be able to change anything?
Happy birthday boy, let us celebrate girl,
For your accomplishment and the success,
For your stand to reach this far,
For your discovery of life and understanding.
Let us shout, for your creativity and innovation,
For knowing that you’ll have to stay and,
Make this world understand someday,
That when you will die it will cry and you will rejoice,
Waiting for your next mission.
Happy birthday.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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