Weep not ugochinyere. <br />weep not Ogadinma. <br />when the rain stops it shall be well, <br />Papa is gone with two bullet rejoicing in his chest, <br />while our houses are happy because they are taken away from us. <br />The war shall end soon and the new rain shall come. <br />Weep not for tomorrow is there to behold. <br />i cry not for the died men they can take care of themselves <br />But the living know not where their journey would lead them. <br />the hibiscus are better of than us, <br />Because freedom is theirs while we suffer a thousand times <br />before dying through sickness, war, and tears. <br />It has not been long that the white labels was changed, <br />Changed to black labels. <br />And this our reward, civil unrest and heart attack. <br />We are savaged by the war, left naked and battered. <br />Under the whole we hid our heads like rats. <br />Wipe your tears and hope for tomorrow. <br />Your children shall be your sustainer and you shall eat plenty bread and corn. <br />Unlike now and here, where we eat grasshoppers. <br />Sand trip will never cover our childhood experience. <br />the powder cloths is fallen from our body through fear, <br />Revealing our hungry stomach and weak ribs. <br />Papa is died and Omalinze is no more, <br />they are not happy as as they go, <br />I know you miss them but cry no more mother. <br />Papa was a great proud man and i know the grasses and land <br />will miss him too <br />Better is the beginning of thing than its end. <br />We shall gather stars and hope for the moon <br />Weep not mother every thing good will come.<br /><br />john chizoba vincent<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weep-not-mother-2/
