This
thing breaks my heart
And
has done same to millions.
Millions
who as time gently saunters by
Grow
into billions.
Billions
of shattered dreams
Dreams
crushed by no-foresight
Crushing
perfected by society.
Oh!
I wail.
Few
forefathers wrote dirges for our cities
I
sink in same.
As
I watch our hopes dancing to inconclusions, through the louvers
Like
a troublesome smoke in the sky.
I
fear for my people.
What
relevance would we attain in a century?
Would
we be obliterated?
In
despair, I clinch my pen
And
etch my heart out on this rock, with blood!
For
when the time comes
Please,
make us great!
