Two Major Weights Poem by Festus Nyamweya

Two major weights, eight other weights, one body finally crack
Now ten of us are standing here, waiting for another vessel to attack
The weight of the loss is still vivid, this was somebody's son
We were supposed to cloud his brain, to mould till setting of his sun
And yes, we succeeded in doing in setting it, but did not finish the mould
Instead we took somebody's grandson, twisted his tiny brain, left it in the cold
Having three hundred hours meetings every day, subject; seniority, superiority
Who will have the boy on the day he turns to a man, aim; eliminate mediocrity
The black boy is ruthless, clean aims, clear visions, least distracted, all for success
The white boy is peaceful, mindful, all into positive communism, all acts selfless
The purple boy is tranquil, matter of fact, speaking now through the quill, full of pain
The red boy is full of life, smiles, gushes in veins, to the heart, all for the body to maintain
The yellow boy is the trickster, making feels and emotions, the blender, maker of social fit
The green boy is luck one, good wishes one, ready to give than receive, lover of the nature kit
The blue boy is the yardstick, pacesetter, a leaf out of targetter series, propeller of the best
The brown boy is the less mindful one, will not argue, give less opinions, agrees with all the rest
The grey boy is gray, least emotions, only one rule, sense must prevail above all personal effect
The orange boy is the fun personality, music, games, movies, in that order, others in auto select
Initial plan was to have the boys have equal share, raise THE boy from nothings to big things
Storyline was to read all success and excellence, make it to the top league fore the bell rings
But look at us now, the bell is far from ringing, the loss of a body has made us a legion
Standing next to a hole that we dug ourselves, this is the price for dividing our religion
Black, purple, blue and grey; superior, white, red, yellow, green, brown orange; Senior
But on this great downfall that we are having, we must come together, fore the end is near