Born to the world , brought joy and laughter
The cry of a new born couldn't be more joyful
Expectant ,feeble and fragile couldn't be better
Perfect world,I guess ;instead sorrowful
WHAT NEXT
Glory where has thou gone
The head is cut off what would the rest do
The travail of a widow has just begun
Sheperd vanished where doth sheep go
WHAT NEXT
Directionless as the wind ,orphans roam
Their sunken eyes seize not from water
Nights on cold bare floor ,no comfortable foam
Drudgy struggles ,hopefully success later
WHAT NEXT
I wait and watch in patience
In my silence I beckone, come
While my children suffer violence
Turn to me you'll find a warm home
THAT'S WHAT NEXT
What's next fellow ?Listen
Hearest thou a house owner missing in his own house,
Or a woman after much pain being delivered of a child forget her suckling child ?
The creator of all procreators owns everything .
Has it been said that a president's legitimate child suffers from malnutrition?
The creator beckones ,come
Be free from all sorts of sorrowful disaster.
THAT'S WHAT NEXT.
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