Of The Fathers Poem by maggie oke

Those downturned lips didn’t need to move to say
That nothing good had happened
For a generation or two now
But those eyes were still monitoring the skies
For signs of life
And his eyes betray the lies he’s lived
And the disconcerting smile cannot
While away, wipe away
The false notes of his life’s time

The song will crash on a harsh chord
And it’s happening soon
Cymbal crash
Reeling
Revealing
Symbols litter the melody
with lack of feeling

And expectations
Would disapprove

In the joint dismal front
The outlook
Is grey
And pray
But say
You’ll be answered
In a century
Or two.?