Curse me not father, we’re both at fault
The path I tread today is a decision of the gods
The knowledge I hold is your ageing thought
I dwell in a place whose ken is out of mine
The path I tread today is a decision of the gods
The knowledge I hold is your ageing thought
I dwell in a place whose ken is out of mine
Where the clime spines several wide paths
Only surviving path is from other lands
When shall this clime see
The crime of the lonely path
Where journey could only be toured?
Thousands of moons ago within the clime
When the sun refused to go
The stars came along the moons
And the clime discovered the wrath cruel bats
The king ordered exit from the clime
The only path, manned by noblemen
Then a classless clan bore classes in clime
The peasants poked for fair a grateful treat
Yet not a fair treat for the drudge that fed the clime.
I have a new stage on the global scene
To voice against smoke that endangers our hearts
Cigarettes are vampires in the hands of smokers
The clan must wake against the killer stuff
The bats must not suck dry before we wake
Youth here, where are you, come save our world
From the cruel bats that kill us in our dark.
( c)Bamidele Kogbe.
Educare Trust, Nigeria.
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March 24th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Dear,
I know this poem given by u to me… thanks a lot.. n keep writing
March 30th, 2009 at 6:49 pm
I love u for reading me