The child will grow

The child will grow


Revolution of the mind
Resolution of a kind
Like a new born
A kid with no horn
Harmless in sight
Like a cub with no bit e
Brought up by hand
By rulers of the land
A hawk with no beak
A change so weak
One truth so unknown
This little tot will grow

Its fangs gain strength
Sinews contract unspent
Horns spring with time
Lines off its thoughts rhyme
Like a budding poet
Few foes know it
The unschooled despise it
Yon weakness belies it
Its speed though slow
Its rating low
One truth not shown
This little sprog will grow

This little child
Frail and mild
Like your nation
And congregation
Never hitting right
Weak poor in sight
A revolution’s started
Old contracts parted
the ones who once granted
its state will come wanted
New thoughts now flow
This little kid will grow


Eric winter

young gerald

 

my boss, Dr. O A Aworanti