You-We Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

When I look into your eyes,
I see tomorrow's mothers
I see tomorrow's wives;
I see tomorrow's teachers.
But then, I look around,
I see you swimming in alcohol,
Dancing in smokes;
Feeding on drugs;
I look around,
I see your heaven's gate,
In the open,
Always uncover
And how you shake your back door,
To get noticed.
I see how night club has become your home,
And all men, your love in lust.

Then I ask, what manner of wives
Will they make?
How can mothers come out of these?
What will these teach?
I wept for tomorrow,
It is worst than today.

I look into our eyes,
I see husbands of tomorrow,
I see Fathers of tomorrow,
I see teachers of tomorrow;
But then, I look around,
I see us in sea of alcohol,
In cloud of smoke,
Feasting on drugs;
Wearing rags as though
We are slaves,
Raping both old and young,
Robbing even the blind;
Then I ask,
What manner of Father are we going to make?
What type of husbands, shall we be?
What manner of teachers is in sight?
Tomorrow is worst than today.
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, The Man Who is not Happy to be Alive