BY GLORIA O’KOYE
History is doomed to repeat itself.
Ancestors suffer
Descendants fulfil karma,
Vice versa
It never ends.
Eye for an Eye
Till no one sees
Is a myth that needs to be stopped
The young are getting caught up in wars
That they barely even know about.
Let the children be children.
To laugh and play,
Not befriend with weapons of mass destruction,
And pay visits to the graves.
How dare they claim to be elders?
And Originals,
When the knowledge came to cease.
What happen to the teachings that kept them alive?
While watching the ones who haven’t even
Begun to start their lives turn deceased.
Sending babies to do the dirty work,
And when the storms arise destroying communities
The older ones are nowhere to be seen.
Other than building up their families and filling up their bellies
While the young eat clout like rabbit meat (Emptiness turning to starvation)
The young will not see past their teens.
The leaders are to shaken to be in the trenches
Like they forgot the career risks when they first went to college.
The warriors are exhausted,
Even their statuses cannot save them from scrutiny and being targets.
The age continues to get younger,
When the city went on lockdowns
The mental health became a hurricane of downpours and forgotten voices.
Continuing this path would only lead to a point of no return.
History repeats
As the Great Famine and War
Emerges.
