Please sir stop, <br />Am only 13 years old, <br />Am not ready to become a mother, <br />I have science and math sums to do. <br /> <br />Please fire stop, <br />If you burn down the hut, <br />My only skirt goes with you, <br />And the cold night winds shall have no mercy on my bones. <br /> <br />Please God stop, <br />This Lord of war from cooking mummy in a pot, <br />For he madly believes she is a gift to you, <br />A deity in need of sacrifice. <br /> <br />Please doctor stop, <br />This sickness of the blood, <br />I have a 14th birthday to reach, a house to build, <br />A mummy to pray for and a hope to find…. <br /> <br />Any hope if it can, soak up this pool of tears.<br /><br />Dickson Wasake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-anek-prays/
