FOR THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS
We toiled in the brightness of the day
Under the scorching sun and rain
ensuring our hands were busy but clean
To make returns to the family we bore
but while men slept
They trippled our efforts
With activities that eyes nor ears could fathom
It’s true some of us also toiled the night
For the job demanded thus
Yet our hands were pure and uncompromising
But while men slept
They took to their guns and ammunitions
Swift as the wind into homes they went
For there their businesses laid
We conceived and brought forth on the same morning
The day which marked an end to our months of discomfort and travail
For our rewards we held in our hands
Grateful for the pains we went through
For on our laps the objects of our joy laid
But while men slept
Our joys were snatched and exchanged
We were family related through His blood
We enjoyed the times of fellowship
A time to renew our love bond
Bringing our sacrifices of praise as a sweet savour
But while men slept
They also gathered with sacrifices too
This time of blood and body parts
For the night seemed a shield
A lot to say but the words run out
Our fears intensify for the night looms
Nightmares, night walkers, dreams shattered
Uncertainties lay
And while we live our lives
We take heed,
For the night is dark and full of terror
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