A Time Like This
Sore pain and misery is our meal again for tommorrow,
Swirling in poverty and having our motto as sorrow.
The world is an enemy, so what can we ever borrow,
Until manna falls down, we shall forever remain mellow.
Burning eyes, always with tears flowing.
It's a norm, so the tradition keeps going.
We cry,''Help us!Help us, Lord!We are dying''.
But our oppressors just stay back,always smiling.
Is this our purpose brought on this earth?
To live suffering , and at last to face death?
What good have our forefathers done bringing us forth?
Nothing but great calamity, a world with no worth!
The time has come to make a solemn vow,
To trust and believe in ourselves, and to no one we bow;
To grow in wisdom, and develop the strength of a cow;
But to begin, we wish we knew how.
Copyright © Victor Apeanyo Jr. | Year Posted 2007
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