A game of sixes…
Six wise men for six years sat
With a pregnant woman, dinning and wining, yet
Never bothered with her laboured cries of neglect…
Wait they said, when we are back your tears we shall dry
Naught was their efforts to deliver her
Of her earthly burden to the consternation
Of the rag-clothed children till there came an old one…
Relief washed over the children but the six wise men
Never will see to fruition the magic wand waved By the old
one
Who the impoverished children for motherly care look up to…
The wise men say…
In six weeks, six years efforts shall bear fruits
Let the decision move and we shall deliver
Your earthly mother of her burden…
The children await…
What the six wise men of six years
Will achieve in six weeks…
