'''Apocalypse'''
Awakening my soul has been one of the toughest tasks i tried lately.
I slumber in anger and awake to the same -the puzzle so hard to complete, for those with the pieces sit back in comfort of public denial.
I trust her but she aint to blame, for the young boy that became man kept his lies over her dream
Slowly eating her portions of growth, plundering all she saved for her children
The child i am has watched from toddler till of age
His promise is the vain in which my mother shades
He is the producer that hasnt consumed his lies
A good start as a dad and now a step father, with much worry of becoming a home monster
The cowards were tamed by mothers fortune forgetting we all heirs of her throne

Child, if you are there awake me once again
I aint asleep but sobing in tears
Soon licking the wounds of my mothers caretaker
There is no peace as lips face challenge of fear for guntalk
Mother mourns day in and out, siblings are falling victim of his tempting apples
Her beauty has been stripped to bypassers and my own elder brothers do so, the in borns turned to *******.

I tear to you fellow child for your hand in help
Come wash the pain and worry of mother
So tomorrow we can smile again, play alongside mother with joy of the abundance she gives
We are all called, we all chosen
#mymotherland
#herdsmanofprogress