Once upon a little goat
It had fine fur and horns
It grazed and grazed until it bloat
Beside a bush of thorns
It heard the lion roaring
The eagle it saw soaring
It bleat to the LORD,
Oh creator mine, could you please end my suffering!
I have no wings to fly
My bleats make no one cry
I graze all day on the lowliest grass
With smells of urine and frass.
Oh you ungrateful billy
Said the LORD GOD almighty
I gave you horns and beautiful fur
A place to graze and nannies for every heure
You’re not encroached for body parts
Nor kept in a cage full of billy farts
Yet you want a husky voice
And wings to fly, have you no remorse?
I protect your young from life’s worst threats
Strengthen their limbs before they on which territories they thread
And it’s not because I love the others less
But because I show my might in the uniqueness of my love
– Winniefred F. Gbemuotor
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