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To My Grandchildren

Oh 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 © | Year Posted 2022

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