Talents In Slumber!

Children of wearied giant mother;
sleeping all days in grogginess!
Embracers of the harmful effect of procastination;
dreams of awake to no one knows when.

Fortuned children of ill-luck;
calling on the attention of a drowsy mother!
Victims of unwanted gift of nature;
relys on the death of their own nights.

Howling children in a cage;
planning the murder of a harmless foe!
Seekers of anti-sleeping medicine;
asks for the way-forward from a blind-folded mother.

The zeal of the sleeping children;
lie heavy on the drowsing mother!
But nature she knew has never been cheated;
she calls on them to embrace again the decision of time.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I wanted to know more. You danced on many sad subjects.
"Fortuned children of ill-luck;
calling on the attention of a drowsy mother!
Victims of unwanted gift of nature;
relys on the death of their own nights."
The above lines is deadly true. Poor kids born with no chance and little support. Thank you fro sharing your powerful words.
Coyote

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

You know poetry is all about feelings, when our pains and sorrows overwhelme, we get relief only by penning them down... This is the case here, the kids(talents of the poet) are fortunate to be somethings admire and everybody would like to have cherish them just like the poet, but their ill-luck is as a result that the poet has not things it take to make them known; to nourish them.. So the kids are in slumber and would like to wake up, but their drowsy mother is unable to help them..... Many regards for your review.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and thoughts.