Look at how you’re treat’d, my belov’d! <br /> <br />you, I know, are made natural <br /> <br />like Mr. Adam from the dust. <br /> <br />Your breast are filled with sweet natural milk <br /> <br />like milk and honey of the Land of Canaan. <br /> <br />But you’re been made to look <br /> <br />like an ugly African chimpanzee; <br /> <br />they’ve rubb’d your face with shame – <br /> <br />shame of corruption and oppression. <br /> <br />Your childr’n are now made to taste suff’ring <br /> <br />but you now look on us, silenc’d! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Look at how they now ride on your back <br /> <br />like monst’rs mounting on helpless horses. <br /> <br />Your childr’n refuse to love anoth’r; <br /> <br />tell ‘em not to hate one anoth’r <br /> <br />like America against Iraq, <br /> <br />or Iraq against America. <br /> <br />Tell ‘em to plast’r you with wond’rs, <br /> <br />and help those in need like Big Brother Joseph. <br /> <br />Aft’r you have told ‘em these, my belov’d, <br /> <br />then shall you look like a diamond!<br /><br />Eche Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-belov-d/
