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HERESY


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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