LETTER
TO THE UNBORN
To Whom It May Concern
The
tick tock never wait
The worst will come no late
Sprouts from all corners, holy end
From West to East and back, wave counter-espionage
with mask of fiend,
He, who waters war ever-growing seed, rested on his
castle cushion with Chateau D’yquem’s bottle,
While
underdogs of the world crouch, as their heart beat rattle,
Mayday with burning fuels mustn’t be frightful
We all cherish the hands that mould nuclear,
they are skillful and faithful.
Rescuers fight hard to add to the over-populace figure
of land of dead,
Activists
flooded all the media rooms with orthographic plead,
No messiah yet, the rest of the world turned slaves to
fear,
This I know, death is just once, I tune my Lear,
Invite muse and passion to baby-sits my day
For, sorrow is
the gold the earth got to pay
We will die, never to die again.
Uche Chidozie Okorie
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