I was in the cozy
Confines of the womb
Dreaming of all things rosy
When great currents
Raked me like a comb
Sucking me in its torrents
Ah, I fear for the morrow
Which brings different seasons
All versed in sorrows
Beyond mortal reasons,
Lest it be my fate
To cry warmly with life
I give death its date
Loving it above strife

©Obaro Unukogbon, June 2003