Our World Of Elders - For Freshkid Ug - Poem by Bamukunda Hillary
Our World Of Elders
Just like a flowering bud,
You are now a flying bird.
With wings of lucks,
And a new wagon of flocks,
With wangs of tongues,
Your talent trills the trolls,
And your word rewards are upwards.
No excitement without discernment
Welcome to the our world encampment
Expect more judges than nurses
Expect more examiners than teachers
We live with more critics than editors
For we like to shine where there is light.
That's our world.
Our world of elders
Is that of romantic malice
Spiced with jealousy
Filled with fried lies
It's a survival for the cleverest
I with deceptive smiles
And unmasked propaganda.
You may be a fresh lily
We shall drain the water around thee
Your voice might be dream
But who day dreams?
We shall light your nights,
We know not of others success
We know yes of our climbing ladders
Ours is a religion of no saints
Just get used to be an elder
Not fresh kid or fresh young
That way you will fit in our world
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