Let My Father Live

Let My Father Live

Author: Olutayo Olalekan Alex. A.

Prologue

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 This work is a non-fictional (true) literature.

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You may have read a pathetic story of a father who was sentenced to death by the Roman tyrants during the reign of Roman empire. A father was allegedly accused to have stolen some coins and because of that he was sentenced to death (death by starvation). In this case there is no way he can get food because he must be starved to death .     

               Let My Father Live

It was growing at the corner of life,

Where the love stands for life,

May I not mince these visions together,

If I am olding off,

If I am halfling down,

let me stand well,

Let thou heart open,

Do not let doubt cloud my faith,

I am not quailed,

But this soul is magnanimous,

It is a magic of life without measure,

I wish I can explain what my eye is roving at,

I scratched my heart,

Oh, my soul swerves too.

Can I recount the judgement of love?

It was a country in my heart,

Oh, a father was sentenced to death,

Thou shall live long but die by starvation,

The tyrants are the king of fear,

This is not an Haven,

The righteous now die for truth,

Ask me and I will tell you about the old City,

My blood is still pumping,

Oh not through my veins,

Maybe through the daughter of the culprit. 

I am still stalking around the message,

like a man after his dream, I run a race,

No one could help the old Father,

Hum, it is an order and he must die by hunger,

I wept and my tears flow to him in the prison;

maybe he could drink a cup and live for more,

That is the end of my love,

Blood is thicker than water,

As light stands by the day,

So his only daughter stood by him,

The little child cried after his mother,

No god of this land desires the competition,

You have got my breast as your food,

So the mother said,

The mother's thought flows like a river,

Oh the tears flow to the depth of infant,

The babrisinged,

They are all tied,

You have to share one breast with my blood,

Oh my father must live,

She wept,

How can a give up my food?

The baby tears down in desperation,

No choice! My father must live,

The mother replied in mixing tears,

Now to the tyrant officers,

Let me see my father,

He is at the junction of heaven, they all replied,

Oh, she begged the Officers,

Can I behold my father before he dies?

Like a mass choir, they all sounded Yes,

I didn't see him near neither do I see him far,

He promised me heaven,

Not even in my delirium,

She cried out like a thunder.

He lies down, traveling to sleep with the dead,

She crossed her baby,

 Across her shoulder, like a teddy,

My father is dying in the hand of tyrants,

Crying out like a cloud ready to rain,

So she said to her baby,

The rising of the blood,

The Reminiscence of the birth,

The memory of the family,

The meeting of the souls,

The rising of the spirit,

The status of the heart,

The end of the earth,

These are what run across her veins,

Like the mother of the Romans,

She cried in pain,

Maybe not in vain.

Behold me Father,

Behold your daughter,

Behold your blood,

Let me die by my name alone,

So he replied in tears,

I crossed my shoulder with my eyes,

But I still sweat in tears,

What a perspiration!!!

Head up, 

She brought her two breasts out,

Full of golden milk, 

She pressed them in tears,

I couldn't bring you food, oh father,

They are trained to be wicked,

Oh father, I brought nothing, 

Oh my dying father,

Suck my soul and live,

Suck my heart and live,

Let the spirit of blood form your breath,

Let the breeze of ocean bring you to Earth,

Now the sky is weeping, 

His heart his running, 

Take my eyes  away from his soul,

 Take my body, father,

Take my breast,

Thy may still live with my breasts,

For thy grandson has lived on these,

Oh father, for two months, he lives,

Suck my breasts and live, My father,

Let the god of this forgive my cavity,

The earth quaked, the cloud cried,

I rest in the prides of my daughter,

This is the blood, I said it loud,

I did it for love, she said it loud,

I sucked it to live he said, he said,

It never ended until she was cought,

Cought around the darkness like an erosion;That beheaded the ancient sand,

Who will redefine the action,

let us leave it out for nature. 

Let us recount again,

We shall remind the world in front of our law,

And they shall both die by hanging,

The sky turned white like matte of the Angels, 

They all tear down,

Oh mighty readers,

I said of the judge and the tyrants,

Who is hearing the story,

Not about the pregnant slave,

Not about the falling start,

But a daughter who fed her father in prison,

Not with thy  food,

Oh with her precious breasts,

Let us cry again, so they said,

This shall be the Father of the world,

And this shall be the mother of  our generations,

The judge cried loud,

Blood is life, 

Life is blood,

But love is thicker than blood, 

Immortalize her, 

the judge said,

             Visuality

Take me away, 

Let the extancy of this vision remain,

Oh god of this land,

Turn my fingers to your 7 colours,

That I may paint the heart & soul of this story;

So do I wake up,

But all remain a mystery.

                        The End

                                  Alex

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