Childhood Poem by samson ogbeewi

Emerging from the chrysalis of God
Into the hands of white-robed aliens
In the gesture of communication:
A cry: a dawn of Childhood

As the umbilical chord
Is clamped and cut
The journey of the newly born
Is stamped and set

Though some have separated this
To be infancy
For childhood truly begins
When the mind can see...

The newly born at three
Is ready to be educated
At this point you see,
The mind can be dedicated

To either truth
Or error
Bringing peace
Or terror

World leaders are puzzled
Over the rapid undergrowth of crimes
In the forestation
Of a proper governmental system...

Parents are muzzled
Their hearts, thick with Grimes
Of fear for a generation
Infected by darkness at the meristem

How do we turn our night into day?
What do we bind when our prayers say?
How do we plough this garden of corruption?
How can our generation ever see redemption?

The question of 'How'
Should be upstaged...
The question of 'When'
We must engage...

At Childhood...at Childhood
That's when we make the change