The Clarion Calls To My Dear Youth (Happy International Youth's Day 2016) 1 Poem by Felix Emeka George

I looked at the cloud, at the hazed sky.
Angrily at patch of the azure
The great wandering darkness,
The sail, a stand of an ocean
Flowing with a thunder fog,
That is pressing with a song
Of a vague impression,
And the length of the earth within
Thriving as darkness vision.

I will take my stance and
In addressing you my dear Youth,
All that I have, I have dedicated,
My ideals to obey the clarion calls

Our hands are no longer ours
And now they seize our tongue?
How much longer, my youths
We suffer these indignities?
While breath gives live to their command?
When will this closing stage?
Answer my question dear youth

Why, if I may question further
The cause of the source of fear
And anger,
That,
I am venting spleen indirectly
Because you are my dear youth,
I want you to know that
You are very ignorant
That of all nations in the globe
You are so cheated
Evoking pity
you disagree?
A reason perhaps?

Obey the clarion call
Oh! Youth of our soil
The hot blood and flesh
That is famished in the sun
The burning coals in incessant rain,
Looking at your farmland ready,
Because there is no hay

Oh my dear Youth,
My bright light,
A greened pasture;
The strength-future
When will you rise up and say
No not again, leave us alone-

Enough of these indignities?
You sit back and watch
Like a farm land donkey
A playfield to the world's eyes
Sitting like a sacrificial head
On the greener-earthen altar of gods
While you have not a door nail
Like the portraits you are consequently pushed around

Let your ears be attentive
And my words make sense
Because it's my testimony
The truth, known and unknown
Yet said and unsaid.