It’s another bright day but all I see is dullness

And people’s travails. But more obvious is their uncertainty

The present condition of both the lazy and hardworking is vagueness

But they continue and hope it will be better for the green society

 

The gap between the rich and the poor is becoming a chasm

Unpaid workers are wallowing in the mud of lack

No food, no money and no joy to even have an orgasm

We are victims of this flood. Nobody is in Noah’s Ark

 

The words “hope” and “faith” are now elusive

Even hope itself is now with little or no hope

Dishonesty now flows through our veins. We have become evasive

Though we have eyes and can see, all we now do is grope

 

We voted for change but things still remain the same

We voted for change but change seems to be a ghost’s name.

 

All I see is sadness in the atmosphere

Eager people in the streets moving here and there

Leaving their houses in vain and hoping to return with something

But most times come back home with nothing

The old look at the kids and their minds bleed

Even as the young glory while they feed

As kids they called us leaders of tomorrow

But it’s like we will become borrowers of the morrow

Just like the barren awaits the fruit of the womb

We await the best before we become inhabitants of the tomb

Even the dry green leaves need the touch of revival

Gradually we are dying needing the kiss of survival

What I see ahead is bleak from this juncture

And then I ask “Is there still a future?”

 

Ayanfe Philip

@hitphil17

2016