His hands aren't too short to save,
Neither his path too crooked to pave
Nor feeble to us the mind he gave
Blessed be who believes without erring
Foolish indeed who judges just by hearing
God loves Africans they alleged
Not wondering how that news was heard
He hails from us historians have said
But the foreigners proclaimed him to us I had read
Where is the truth in this message
Or it's all at the mercy of a heresy?
You have a child with deformity we were told,
A son of about thirty minutes old,
Being our first time is why we felt cold
However, if Fennel and I were then bold
This story wouldn't today unfold.
With nurses mimicking the unfortunate road he plied,
Its Iris appear red, brown, yellow like dyed.
Simply, our kid was declared a one eyed
As the doctor made retarding sighs
While examining his left and right eyes.
Amidst fear, panic and fury,
And a child in my arms like armoury,
We left without hearing the doctor's caution,
That sunlight was a blend concoction
Locally used in such a simple situation.
Abort the testimonies of nominal heresy
Most often a dishonest essay
The one to point your weakness in May
At least will help solve if chance may
The words of the devil one truly knows
Can better the solutions an angel shows
Oh ye father heresy
We are fed up and thus
Allow nature to treat us
Until the lies keep us at bay
On knees we bow to pray
Let the Almighty have His way
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