Saturday, January 18, 2020
Hope For The Beloved
Hope for the beloved
Been born in a world of compromise hurts
Raised by parents who are stricken with worry
Half baked our joy,
We are children raised in pain
Raised in the two vast eternities of the past and the future
Heated by the furnace of "TOMORROW should be good"
But hope for the beloved.
Standing at the deserted edge of time,
The tomorrow they told us was yesterday
Born in the old lady of today
Each time we rumble, we mumble
We are the street lords who wail at night
And roar during the day,
On the riskyplains of a regime called "HOPE"
Indeed there's hope for the beloved
I have lost so much that all I remembered
Is the last meal I ate,
I have thought so much that all I could think
Of, is my last thought, which is to die
But at least, let me have my last meal
if I will be lucky or not this night,
what shall I be served?
Our kind is used to the 1-0-1, if you know, you know! !
Days when by mistake we complete the maths
Of 1-1-1....we roll on our paper bed till morning,
For only when we were born was the best days of our lives....
Our heads are box of dreams,
So intoxicated that we forged the flow of truth
To control so much lands, in its vastness
To posses all things Born and bredbeautifully
Greed has made cornflakes with our lives,
Our blood gush forth its milk.....to complete the diet of death! ! !
To our kind, blame us if you will, our dreams are such
That when we wake, life is too harsh to be real
Yet we hear, daily; Hope for the beloved
If I never wake up as I lay, never worry about me
Nor kids of my kind, everyday we roam the streets
Yet all you ever thought of was how to be better than
What if you were us! ! ! Yes us! ! !
Yet there's hope for the beloved
Kareem Itunu Azeez
Topic(s) of this poem: poem