Beyond the silence
Their silence isn't innocence.
Their greetings are mere pretence.
The bible you see them read
Are read for your sake indeed--
For you to call them saints
While,indeed,they have so many sins.
It's your fault, they are your making.
Your children's sins are reflections of your sins,
Your negligence, your disobedience, your impatience.
Do you know what they do outside home,
outside your country where you sent them to study?
I have them in my school.
Dusts have covered the bible you gave them,
The things they read that makes you believe them.
They now go to clubs instead of the church,
And there receive a transforming touch
The touch of beer;
The touch of cigarettes;
The touch of new friends
That teach them to steal things;
The touch of practical biology...
Forgive me I must call it sex.
Do you know if indeed they attend classes?.
Do you know the real tuition fee
Or do you still rely on what they tell you?
' Give me $400 to buy 'chromosome' ',
I have heard some tell their parents so
And the 'caring' parent will give the money
without finding out what is a 'Chromosome'.
It's time we woke up from our sleep
it's time we gave more attention to our children.
It's time we brought the rod of discipline near
or shame, instead, will be near.
That I'm still a child is unquestionable
But be wise to take the advice I give.
Today's neglect
Is tomorrow's regret.
Chukwu, Celestine Nkemakolam (Nkematics)
By Nkematics
© 2008 Nkematics
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