Akinloye Gbajero Sunday Poet Free verse

It's Gone Before It's Known

The morning's gone,
The sun's matured— 
Not the time for the old 
To be pained for not youthful, 
Their fear and negligence 
Has passed on suffering to descendant.

So sad!
Very painful!
We're not on stand to end this—
The same fear and negligence 
That led the birth of dead hope for the living,
Sewed gown for our conformity.

Why are we adapt to pain?
Very obsessed with false hope!
Glorious ladies enter prostitution, 
Promising boys enter robbery— 
While the Voldemorts are happy to make the change
Yet, we think we live the promised  dream.

It's gone before it's known 
The left days for us
Have to be used to free our unborn children—
Let's fight for their freedom,
And make a better nation for them, 
I know, even though we are no more, 
We'll be called for celebration.

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