Humanity In a Terrible Delimma
A land of tumoil, you left;
a terrain of peace and progress
into it, you’ve been embraced.
You settle, multiply but never mix,
time acquires a rocket engine then decades pass
from nowhere, demands begin to emanate
forcing unto your hosts, your migrated laws
pointing your fore-fingers at them
if your faiths and cultures are not institutionalized,
then shouting to the world and claiming the victim;
raising banners of discrimination and segregation;
creating lines and societies highly unmissable
terror’s attention is subsequently signaled
to make its agents begin to manifest.
Then either through physic’s inventions
or through human manipulations
unrest is born, pushing a once peaceful corner
towards a land of cautious eyes and hearts;
going back to the exact place once fled for peace.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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