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What they say

They say we’re not fit to lead
They say we’re too young
They say we’re sons of nobody
They say royalty is not in our genes
They say 8-4-4 churned out literary dwarfs

They say we are lost
That we refused to see the trail they left us
Did we really see their path worth treading?
All I saw was a bone yard of justice
that corruption and greed got slain
long before my placenta tasted earth

They say our efforts yield nothing
Ours has been termed a lost generation
They say we’re a menace to society
They say our grey matter is dark with addictions

They say we’ll lead tomorrow
When our goals will be more defined
When they shall have paved our way
When our sisters shall have completed
The bedroom courses they sponsor

When our brothers shall have nursed
The gunshot wounds they shot
When our mothers shall have read the last eulogy of our siblings
When our fathers shall have returned to empty homes
with empty hands because they can feed us on empty promises
When the false incitement charges shall have eaten away our cattle shed
When the sheep shall have been driven out of church

But I ask you, what do we say?
What are we?

When shall it rain?

When will it rain?
The earth has dried, cracked and ugly
This destructive wind sweeps across the land
Uprooting houses as devils whisper in it words of fury
Across the rugged terrain a boy herds, animals scavenging for grass

He is lost in thoughts
Still oblivious of my presence
Might he be thinking of all they’ve lost?
Since natures turn of vengeance

But he’s just a boy, trying to carve his path
Paying for debts of his fathers
Fathers who beckoned nature’s wrath
When they robbed it of its treasured daughters

When its daughters were alive, life was better
It rained and every lawn was green
The earth was rich, ripened fruits they ate together
The earth was generous, not this mean

His fathers cut trees, summoned drought
And then escaped it, left for their graves
Then Comfort escaped and so did smile find its way out
And now he is the one to labor, for tomorrow’s sake