GIVE HELP, THE THING THAT LITTLE FATIMA DID FEAR, THE CRY OF THE UNBORN CHILD

GIVE HELP
Help the destitute around us
Raise the stranded to get a bus
Let help come from your heart and purse
You won’t anyway be at loss

Aid the hungry to be fed
Don’t wait till you are led
For they must not go famished to bed
While you gulp wine till your eyes are red

Give the sad a face lift
With a smile wrapped as a gift
They won’t forget in a hurry
Cos you’ll have taken away one’s worry

Give the helpless a helping hand
Pick them up from the sand
Leave this legacy of greatness behind
Let it be the trace historians after you will find

• Babatope James

THE THING THAT LITTLE FATIMA DID FEAR
The thing that little Fatima did fear
Mama said was as wild as a bear

The thing that formed young Fatima’s fears
“You couldn’t achieve it” said her peers

The thing that studious Fatima did fear
Her teachers really didn’t care

The thing that fed ambitious Fatima’s fears
Grew on and on through the years

The thing that Mrs. Fatima did fear
She grew up to know wasn’t there

• Babatope James

THE CRY OF THE UNBORN CHILD
Help! My mama soon shall flush me down the drain
Like a tissue in the rain, I’ll soon be lifeless
Somebody save me from her
She’s gone very far in her plot
She’s hell bent on come what may
This monstrous act shouldn’t see daylight
My father-to-be breathes denial
He even threatens outright absconding
Nothing do they know of my great future
One they would be proud of
Only if they could allow me be
A destiny that would bring the world to a standstill
Is at the mercy of untutored decision
All I could is only to cry for help

• Babatope James