The harmless storm

It hasn't been any different from what I sought,

That bottle of oil my wife had bought

To save our son we gracefully begot.

Borges was our patrimonial argot

But "He" asked, "Is that all you've got"

Who then is He?

The man who baptized we.

"He" represents all false prophets,

Who studied the holy pamphlets

And to amass for their own pockets,

Deceive the religious illiterates

To unbind any ties with soul mates

Hence, sanitizing their thinking cups.

This is how we lost hope,

Our faith in him was so dope

Trusting he could help us cope,

But Rev Father Corona was an expired coke

Who had semblance of a good Pope.

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.

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