-: By Olayiwola Faith Adedolapo
yesterday,
We rolled drums and sounds
Marred spirits, minds and thoughts
Still our fragile beings became lost
today,
They marched in boots and guns
Piercing skins, bones and lives
Until their blood flowed as the river
tomorrow,
You shall construct science and machines
To sharpen brains, acts and result
For what again shall be your gain?
forever,
The end shall be a result of the past and present
In the vision of timelessness and uncertain solitude
As the journey would forever be a blissful sorrow
As time and might endure
Our strength becomes a fading succour to happiness
Filling anguish, pains, anxiety and shame
Breeding hopelessness, foreign traits and art
Still again our dreams shall become wasted vessels
As shame and pain fades in vanity
Our wishes desire the unbearable
Their brains are dancing in the foolishness of their thoughts
To the fading tunes from the river that ignores
And their minds are the perfect rooms of ignored remedies
Thinking life and death have no difference
Their dreams are slaughtered on the altar of wisdom
In order to replenish the mystery of their greatness
Their children are raised to reign over a city of ruins
And live as though the subject lives as beings
And when they walk; marching into glory
They lay along the field into the silent world
