Eight Questions

Fix your shrewd gaze appraisingly upon a poor man, Tell me what you see, Take your time and scrutinize a jobless graduate, Tell me what you see. Surf through the eyes of convicts and prostitutes, Tell me what you see, Take your time to scan the face of a homeless and hungry citizen, Tell me what you see. Is there any point living in peace and harmony without money and food? What's the point of going to school without a job at the end? Can you state the benefits of voting when you are still marginalized? Is there any point living freely and still die in poverty? What then is the essence of having talents when non is harnessed? How can we cope after acquiring skills without adequate empowerment? How can we make heaven with religious intolerance? How can we promote national unity, consciousness, growth and development when the minority groups are neglected? These are questions I have always asked myself. It's high time we make up our minds, To fight, win and die gloriously or to remain A well fed free cowards in our father's land.