The Age Of Doom Poem by Bolami lawal

The age has come
when no one craves the spirit,
honesty is stale,
modesty an allien;
we have traded culture
for civilization,
our innocence for doom;
our children calls us by name,
our street a citadel of violence,
slowly but, surely
we misplace our basis!

The age has come
when mothers care less,
homes are in muddle,
children are on rampage;
we perched our tents
working round the clock,
our values are no more our pride
our norms have been altered;
in the name of modernization,
we headed for the ruin;
slowly but, surely
we misplace our basis!

The age has come
when no one cares about identity,
gone were the days
when we tread on the path of origin,
when tradition was our bond;
like zombies we concealed our reflections,
our uniqueness and dynamism
has given way to trends,
the murderer's hand lurks in the dark
and we are far from rescue;
slowly but, surely
we misplace our basis!

Tell me,
what do we stand to gain
when we loose our sense of self?
what becomes of science
when posterity is lost?
what about us,
where do we stand
in this glaring
slavery of modernization?