Cursed Is Thy Ma's Womb Poem by Stephanie Apila

A cursed womb is the befitting appellation
A womb that carried a generational curse,
Wrapped in the image of a normal fetus
He who became a world problem to be solved
How i wish you were born motionless!

Regardless of her current location,
Cursed are the walls of her uterus
Peace shall never be up on the fruit of her womb
In hiding, shall you live till your last breath?
Freedom for you shall never ever reign.

Joseph Kony is thy name
Chances of thy survival are soon to expire,
The bush is yet to reject thy venomous blood
And to justice before the world you shall stand.
Cursed is the womb of your mother.
STEPHANIE APILA