Generation Of Tomorow - Poem by Oyindamola Oduwole
Where is the love, the one that helps us all live together in peace and harmony,
there are people dying, others are being killed, there is war everywhere,
we see our future generation getting hurt by all of this, what are we doing to help them know that the world doesn't have to revolve around voilence?
Because our world today isn't doing a thing to give them the brigther future we are hoping for.
We say we want them to have a brigther future?
But what are we doing to promote that future, are we helping them to be peacemakers in the future or voilent leaders that take what they want without thinking about the people they hurt in the proccess.
we ought to know that whatever we do in this day and time will reflect on our future genration weather good or bad.
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