The Cloud Is Pregnant
When the cloud is pregnant
we know what it give brith
to, Some cherish and celebrate
this brith, but others mourn this
Child. We know what it is, but we
did not know what it brings, It is
labour time we can feel her pain
as she express it through gaint
bomb blast, lighting and the wind
glorify this brith.Feel forsaken by
the sun, moon and the tiny sky fishes
some part of the world pay for this.
Some merry under this child why other
swim in it with agony. Just keep on
swimming untill you get to the dry land.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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