Infanticidal

On rainy nights
You will see them shivering
Lamenting on the cold
Stampeding for Mr Heater
Seeking for body tonic
To get their boot warmed up

Mr Heater
Seeking for sister Warmer
Both saying this is the sweetest thing
Forgetting the predicament to come

At last the sunset
The night fall
All done in a room brought to field
The tuber explodes
The bloated stomach showcases for joy
Sister Warmer
Looking for ways
To cut off the fruit of the womb

The joy of life
That stand to be her present enemy
Seeking for pharmaceutical weapons
Forgetting that
He that kills with the sword
Also dies by the sword

poem by Seyi Adeyanju
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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