Minstrel

Shall I tell?

I look into the eye

Of the baby called today

 

I speak of a lost generation

Waiting to be revived

 

I speak of raw stones

Waiting to be polished

 

I speak of time

Waiting to be captured

 

I speak of a future

Being mortgaged today

 

I speak of hollow homes

Fractured by the life’s demands

 

I speak of children

Left to their own devices

 

I speak of legacies

Being buried with the dead

 

I speak of tears

Becoming the norm

 

I speak of an unplanned future

Of a future I fear

If there are no sutures

Of love and care

Holding the present and past

Till at last we reach

The town of hope

 

© 2009 Derin Onokpasa

March 19, 2010 Posted by Tomi | Derin, guest post | 1 Comment