Submitted by Mqondisi Dlamini
Pacify the cries of this African gem,
Full of moral opulence, unbeknownst to him,
And blinded from the brightness of his intellect,
But fast-approaching his long- sought relief.
Green pacifier, pacify his whines.
Oh pacifier, where art though?
Black and blue, his spirit endures,
But hit and miss, his goals remiss.
Stinging flesh his mother wears wearily,
Aboard her, he treks into a deep haze,
The effortless harmony of rhythmic chirps and bellows
Being the lullaby to his turbulent slumber.
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