If We Die Young. Poem by Pius Khisa

Without us
Now...
Void and empty is:
The world
Whilst our dreams
Lie lazily
In earth...

Of the sickening
Political discourse
Who will doctor it?
The snailing vehicle of technology
Who will pull it home?
And drive us to the vision....

If we die young-
Fertile; and ambitious
Unripe for mother Earth
Who will right wrongs of the old?
And shelter their bones
from rain and sun....

These hands-
Of our next of kins:
So fragile
Who will hold;
And guide them through the unknown
Help them sort wheat from chaff in the dark-
Wherein hungry hyenas await, impatiently
Wherein stones and thorns lie dangerously
Thence hustle way out...