The Curse On My Lineage

In These Days, We Prayed . ************************** The Curse On My Linage Oh linage I now sit and wonder, why thou have grown so slow in progress And wasteful in resources. Ah! Then i realize our great forebears Laid too numerous generational Curses on us all, curses That now beat the drums of Our imminent downfall; But centuries ago, People from other tribes, settlements and regions Couldn't compare our civilization to theirs. None were as open minded and learned like us. Brethren from our linage Were so admired and envied. Our glory days murdered by hunger... While other clansmen took advantages Of every given opportunity to help better Their brothers and promote tribal unity. Our rich uncles and aunties grew cold Towards their own countryman mos And watch them decline to the statuses Of house keepers, mild slaves,scammers For greed and self centeredness Corrupts absolutely. Hunger now creeps through the land; Our land, 'This house is not for sale' Beware of my first son, Osakue. Tribalism Our best excuse yet as a people, When our growth is compared to others; Who planted seeds of love, And are mos reaping it We promoted self interest This Curse (HATE) Our days of reckoning... GHOPS... ES