Plea to Fight
By Stella W. (Form 3)
Poetry
Mama, please, may I go
I want to fight
And bring back freedom
To where it belongs, to us!
No, baby I really don’t
Advocate for it
You are at the threshold of marriage
Baby don’t go.
Mama, I do not like to see you sad
But mama, don’t you see?
They killed pap, they killed uncle
Mama just let me go.
Baby, I love you
And don’t want to see you get killed.
I have already lost a husband and a brother
Do you want me to lose you too?
Baby, stay with me.
Look here, mama
Dad and uncle were killed
Fighting for freedom
They died like real lions, mama
I want to fight and die like a lion
If I have to
My son, my only son
Please do not say that
You fill your old
Mom’s heart with grief and worry
You are already the pride of our family
You are my only son.
Mama, being an only son
Does not mean I am brave
If I let my country fall
Into the hands of hungry strangers
Into the hands of black traitors
Mama, don’t you see?
I need to save my country
I need to prove that I’m grown up
No longer a suckling baby.
My son, if to make you suckle
Would delay your departure
Would lower your pride
I would not be ashamed to suckle you
But now I see
Your heart is like stone
Yes my child, you are
The lion of the country
Go in peace
I give you my blessings.
Thank you ma,
I will not fail you
Nor the spirits of my fathers
Tell my sisters that I love them
And I’ve gone to make
A beautiful paradise for them.
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