Babies
Babies are sweet and loving,
Hate hunger and pain,
A particle of discomfort,
Make them screammy,
And drive them frisky.
Breast-feed them,
Watch them eat,
Watch them drink, and let
Them grow. This rings your bell,
The prancing toddlers
These are guests on visit.
And will dominate you in
Time, and in leisure, unless;
You join the no moms, or
Dad's not- to-be wombs
Or discontinuation.
Cry, GLOBAL fusillade,
Kiss your babies.
Now faith and school,
Hug your babies,
Take care of your babies
The whirlwind is blowing.


Dawda Jallow.2000.

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