I had a father, this I know, 'cause it took his sperm to make me so.
Where is He, now I'm born, he is lost and so is me.
I wish I were loved, as much as that act, but alas, he has no time for me.
Wish this poem made some sense, wish it would flow with harmony, but my live has no help, no-one there to speak a good word to me.
He was mine, just for a moment, you know it was was love, that act that made me so.
But love did not come down, like the snow, for me, just for that, I was loved by God, just before that!
I was, now, born; for a world that was torn, with fathers that cared not! Where is my due, the love
that is mine. That father is a father in name only, it was a moment of pure pleasure, pure bliss, so much fun, yet so costly: to me. What about me?
Where's my fun, the pleasure of life, where is it?
I looked for bliss, joy of being loved, cherished and adored, but he had it only for a moment, and nothing for me!
This is the way of Our Nation, this is the hour we live, we forgot, that as we do it unto others; we do it unto HIM ! You will not take care of those around you: feed, house, visit, love them, and when you do, You Do It To Him ! To God, through Jesus wake up!
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