Death in a cradle

a poem by Rassool Jibraeel Snyman

I walk on the tempest I cry in the storm
I die even before I was born
Conceived in love murdered in hate
What I feel I will never communicate
Death from a needle who cares how I feel
Murdered by people with nerves of steel
Innocence is dying just look at my fate
Wealth and quality to my life they equate
I am a child – a person – a feeling human too
I want to laugh-breathe-love and live just like you
I kick in the morning I move late at night
I feel I deserve it. It is my right

Why kill me I ask you what is it I’ve done
In my innocence I haven’t hurt anyone
My hands are not bloody, my conscience is clean
My soul has developed I too have a dream
Conceived in your body cradled in your womb
Why do you turn this into a living tomb?
The walls my protector a warm close friend
Now you my creator are plotting my end
Madness I tell a philosophy all wrong
A logic of insanity my personal death song

The heavens are crying the deep seas do weep
Helpless within you I dream I sleep
Your hands drip blood and your red lips lie
Speaking of money as I wriggle I die
My cradle you’ve turned into a deadly tomb
Remember my murder within your warm womb
Angels are weeping and devils just grin
You’ve just committed a major deadly sin

Let me be I implore you let me come into my own
The joy I will bring you do not disown
Look into my brown eyes as they fuzz over with sleep
Fill you with a joy that is warm and deep
Come sweet mother be my close friend
Don’t be the one that brings about my swift end
Rock me cuddle me assure at night
That come the bright morning all will be all right
I’m deep in your body I’m close to your heart
How can you kill me and set us apart
I know that you love me you just don’t know it yet
My sweet face in your world you’ll never forget