John Chizoba Vincent Poet Ballad

When Is the Future,Leaders

The song came to me again this 
morning,
The youth own the future.
It makes my ear bitter and sorrowful.
We been hearing the old song before,
Yet, no future for us the youths.
We are painted black and red,
the Grey hair men still dominate , 
dominate and embezzle our pride.
Our wings cut off amidst agony.


When is the is the future, leader?
When is our turn to get the national 
cake?
When shall we rule perfectly without 
god fatherism?
Good neighbourliness is a good thing,
Yet we are hostile and embittered.
Each moves about its own way,
Facing the oddities of life 
just like the snake of the forest.
Easily harm and hopeless.

Remember our lives have a price.
a price of dignity and honour.
Our lives has a price  to pay before 
another phase of life opens.
When shall you remember our pains 
and suffering?
When shall we be remember in our 
own land?
Remember we follow your footsteps 
Give us bread and we shall give to 
your offspring.
Such is life to behold.


Stop the torture and embezzlement
and give us quantitative future,
Give us future to hope on .
perhaps that would show us our 
position 
in ages to come by.
So we can proudly swallow the song 
without quarreling with our stomach.


When shall you cease to deceive us?
When shall w be gathered in honour?
When shall we taste the honey from 
the land without the bee stings?
In us lies the future but the future is 
hidden from us.
Our ancestors passed the songs to  
our fathers,
and our fathers passed the song to us 
to sing,
we are the leaders of tomorrow 
Yet, we will pass it to our children .
Would that not make us foolish 
fathers?
When is our future, leaders?
When the position is passing hand to 
hand.


remember a hen does not abandon it 
chicks,
Because she hopes to nurture and 
impact on them.
Lead them to the godly ways so that 
when the kite shall come howling
they can hide themselves .
Where shall we hide in the future?
Where is our portion in our native 
land?
careful, beware leaders, we count all 
your steps
our revolt may claim your lives.
Remember the youths watches you 
calmly 
yet angry, angry for justice and equity.

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