_____I AM A BOY CHILD____
I am a boy child
Born meek and mild
Neither rude nor wild
Though born in a world filthy, rough and wild.
In this earthly odyssey,
I am a clay in the potters' hands
The society either to make or mar me
My course either to cure or curse
I am a bud
Pregnant with future fatherly yoke;
A husband to a future wife
And a father to posterity
So guide and make me now
To build a better future.
The rod you spare today could get me rot
The rotten being in me you rid not
Could tomorrow decay
To pollute your offspring.
When I am hungry and you feed me not
When I err and you scold me not
When I wander from the norms
And you make it none of your business
And in knowing and having nothing
I ramble to accept anything
When finally my unchecked excesses
Land me to a dead end;
And my limbs fettered, heading to jail
Who then is to blame???
My woes and ill luck
Are the product of collective weakness
The output of closed mouths to rebuke
And a spared rod to correct.
