Tragedy of parenthood

Oh, please stop crying; his parents pleaded
For their lives was dependent on silence.
But the little baby, cried and screamed
On top of his voices revealing their hives.

While panicking; they wished he understood
The foemen sizes but he squared the lines
Making it an easy picking, too coldblooded
They closed their eyes, ghosting as parents.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu