Are there no young men in the land?
Where are our youths?
The leaders of tomorrow
We look around for them, they are no where to be found
Our tomorrow is bleak
They say we are the giant of Africa
The iroko tree standing tall and confident in a desolate forest
Who is left to challenge?
She is a champion with no conquest
We let them do this to us
We allowed them strip us naked
They killed our fathers
Raped our mothers, yet we wait
For them to lead our daughters into prostitution
Where are our youths?
Why are they standing there?
They watch these marauding beasts strip us off our dignity
They gather, they plan, they force their laws on us
Their words are now decrees
Yet our youths, the giant of Africa
Stand and watch
Maybe they are hopeless
They must be hopeless, it is only a life
That a life devoid of hope that will allow
This madness continue
Maybe they are waiting for the messiah
Like in the bible to rescue us
But they don’t know we are the messiahs
You and I
If we don’t save ourselves
The world will watch us while our
Glory dwindles like a candle in a raging storm.
This just makes me sad. Hmmmm…
Well, its just that bullet kills young people these days.
Great poem.
Ehm, bia, I hope you’re a male child and you’ll be leading the charge oo. ‘Cos if you’re not an and you’re inciting rage this eloquently…
That said, this was a great read. thanks for sharing.
Great poem but you know it all begins with you
May God give us the strength and courage to take charge of our destiny.
good effort. Keep improving your art.