Generation's Cry Poem by Felix Otiende

Crying of Generations

It flows like a river
Never misses the direction,
Always attacking like a crocodile,
Never misses his/her target after first bitting,

You will never know its influence,
Unless the spirit open your inner eyes,
You can move in circles for decades,
Until you embrace it and call it 'Our own',

Do you know yourself?
Until you know your true identity and background,
Is when you can battle it,
Because you are always blinded even in daylight.

© FELY G