Futurist Realism Poem by Akwu Sunday Victor

Futurist Realism

this trend is born to bridge the past, present and the future
glancing backwards to see the future
impedes motion and flight

wailing does not bring the dead back to life
a sea of tears is a seed planted on barren earth
this strength deployed in lamentation
redirect towards projection of the shape of tomorrow

we have seen yesterday and we live in today
tomorrow we know not what will be unveiled
so, how long shall we wail and hurl dusts upon our garments

how long shall our fingers point at the white man
or his stooges amidst of us.
blueprints be mapped out individually
and think of what we can do for ourselves
not what they can do for us

we will bend the iron to our shape
we will bend the iron to shapes we want
we will bend time to shapes we desire
we will stop the backward drifts and plunge into the arms of the unknown

we shall see out tomorrow
from the closed doors of today.