A plea

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!