The Boy Child

K Kenneth Maswabi Kenneth Maswabi
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The boy child is bound by countless generation of masculinity Symbols of power and bondage are tattooed on his body Generations of culture has groomed him for war His anger and laughter are locked in one heart His acts are purely born of testosterone His childhood is lost as soon as he is born He yearns to please his father He yearns to please generations of warlords He wants to take his place at the front of the troops He wants to feel the piercing spear As it shatters his innocence Killing him instantly In a hero's death But yet He wants to break free from his warrior dreams He is defeated by every action of abuse of power He is lost in the world of powerlessness He is destroyed by any form of violence He is shattered by acts of hate He is a child after all He yearns for his place in his mother's arms He yearns for the warmth in his father's eyes He is desperate to please his mother He is disappointed at his own clumsiness As he tries to display a soft heart To show the world that he cares To display acts of gentleness Help the boy child grow Nourish him with acts of Love Remember he is only a child In need of a loving home

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