Under The Moonlight Poem by Stephen Omolori
Under The Moonlight
Under the moonlight,
With our buttocks on the sands,
We'd sit and listen
To legends of our forefathers
With an undivided attentiveness.
The memory of breeze blowing leaves
Whilst we listened is nostalgic
And lush.
Today,
Like rabbits caged for slaughter,
Children are locked up in their rooms,
Glued to their televisions,
Watching another man's glorified fallacies,
Leaving their lonely grandfathers outside
Under the moonlight. Abandoned
Under the same old moonlight!
An insightful rendition set aside for honest reflection. Your depiction of this unpleasant change is blatantly truthful and witty in context. Beautiful thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing Ozovehe and do remain enriched.
A good start with a nice poem, Ozovehe. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.
Beautiful poem that shows how time changed our way of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 2:58:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I loved to read this poem so much. It gave me some wonderful memories of sitting at night on the beach.. It brought me back to the stories of my old auntie, my father. Beautiful stories. And then so true, what happens to the youth of today. Do they still hear the stories of the elderly? Do they still enjoy the nightly breeze on the beach. So much wisdom in this poem! Excellent!