Voices are loud, but no one listens
Gestures are made, none see a thing
Tongues are frozen as legs tremble
Blurring the sky and the rainbow
Salts for meat, sugars for tea
But theirs are the worst of meals
Stung by bees, parents unaware
So close to hear but far from here.
Sights don’t see an obvious stain
Left behind by the furious rain.
Frightened, ran, fell, then a scream
A child is raped, not only in stream.
But market, schools, mosque and church,
And often abused under parents roof
By strangers and those they applaud
Taking all, others they even recommend.
Singing their praises, blessing them
Whereas all they do is unleash hell
From the sky comes a dripping blood
Gushing out in cold icy flood.
Winning awards as the best observers
But fail to listen to their daughters
When ceilings and roof are leaking
Parents please cheese, kindly listen.
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu