To My Grandchildren
Scattered within and out of your home
Groaning and murmuring everyday
Like one-day-old ducklings
To the frenemies of your home.
Who bewitched you,
That you should forget the days past,
Of your parents and their parents
Running back and forth in search of rest
Seeking rest for their hearts,
The hearts full of fear,
The fear for the future,
The future of their children
And their children's children?
Was it the parents' fear
Or the brevity of their sons,
Fighting from the other bush,
That saved our home from ruin?
Why should you now, young and strong,
Go back to panic and fear,
Fear for the survival
Amidst the increasing hurricanes
Of corrupt rains and oppressive lightings
Striking truth tellers and with thunders
_emanating from the "family seat"_
Threatening the innocent worshippers.
This jinxed home of yours,
Foredoomed to misery and economic failure
As you say by me and fellow age mates,
Will from now continue and perish
Or maybe get now redeemed or someday
By you, the scattered young trees of this home.
Like many parts in one body
So should you get now together
And jump out of that slumberous abyss
Of the I-don't-care vice
To save that which remains
Or else to loose it all
As for me I have nothing more to loose
Than my many honourable years of rule.
Copyright © Witness Agaba | Year Posted 2022
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