The Child right is always Right

The title here starts with a bit of pun..."The Child’s Right is always Right" and moves to Rhetorical questions.
Let our eyes feast on Mazzy's piece.

They said a child has no right,
But let me ask without the act of supporting their rights?
Would you love to be treated like this,
Making you to reject that sweet motherly kiss?

They said they need to be corrected
And the only option leaves them molested.
Wait! Check your actions with sincere emotion.
Is your action worthy of any celebration?

They said the child may not be right,
But she has her own right.
The beauty of every child is good
Punishment should not deprive them good food.

A child is golden as her own right
The child’s right is alway right

Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia-Enwemuche is an enigmatic poet, a master story teller, and a novelist who loves adventure, culture, and upholds God. His poem, the gods are Angry was listed in the anthology, Footmarks: Poems on One Hundred Years of Nigeria’s Nationhood. He has written a full-length novel, The Oracle of Isieke, which is available for download on http://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_oracle_of_isieke/13500 via www.okadabooks.com and he is currently working on a collection of short stories and poems. He became greatly interested in public speaking and writing early in life. His poems have been published in Words, Rhythm and Rhymes Online platform http://poetry.wrr.ng/ and other online platforms. You can find more about him and get a glimpse of his writings on his blog https://maxxzymusdapoetblog. wordpress.com.
He is currently organising a 365 days Poetry Challenge on facebook, where he lends his pen ro talk and write about societal issues and advocates for humane treatment. He also encourages Poets and Writers to do same, so as to make the society a better place
Mazzy is a diamond in a rough, and we're glad to have found him!

Photo-Veralyn Chinenye

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