I am the voice of an unborn child, <br />Who demand some changes before he comes to the world. <br /> <br />Though tiny, <br />His lips will shine so broadly, <br />His cheeks will burn, before he starts crying again. <br /> <br />Nature will rejoice, <br />Birds will sing, <br />And angels will gather. <br /> <br />The lord will whisper into his ear his path to life, <br />His blessings and gifts; <br />Though soon to be forgotten once a teenager. <br /> <br /> The world will dampen his spirit, <br />Love will break him apart, <br />And fighting will make him weary. <br /> <br />His dreams, <br />Though sweet; <br />Will forever remain locked in his head.<br /><br />Peter Daniel Phiri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voice-of-the-unborn-child/
