Snake, the baby’s friend; <br /> Fire the baby’s enemy <br />How the snake become baby’s friend <br />How the fire become baby’s enemy. <br /> <br /> <br />In one cold morning in the Nile valley <br />The mother put her baby beside the fire to get warm <br /> And went to work on the farm. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The snake came, bitten the baby’s hand <br />Flinches, hide under log of firewood <br />The baby cried shrilly <br />The mother heard it, came and saw it hand bleeding <br />“Oouw, what hurt your hand? Mine! Mine! <br />“Fire! Mama! ” The baby answered <br />.The mother hipped her baby, went to healer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The snake heard what the baby said in it hideout, <br /> It remorse for it vilest act <br />Hissed a expletive not to harm a baby forever <br /> That’s why it play with babies without harm in Nile Valley, <br />Villages when their mothers are absent <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The fire heard what the baby said. <br />And become furious of being scapegoat <br /> For snake execrable luck in the world <br />And kindled expletive to harm the baby. <br />That’s why it burn baby hands everyday <br /> When touch it red tongue.<br /><br />David Aoloch Bion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snake-the-fire-and-the-baby/
