OUR FUTURE AND THE DILEMMA OF A CORNER

A lot plays out in a society where the values are shattered

From top down; trickles mess that leaves one in awesome wonder

Once a corner that occupied children receiving knowledge based tutorials

The next time you are going there

Or you want to peep over

Please take cover or a dark eye glass

For you might become shocked!

When you see kids exercising disdainful acrobatics

All in the name of the dictation of a tune;

That tells them to Practicalise the devil’s scroll

Of doing the disgustful; just at the corner!!!

But where are the ones who should shield our future?

Mama is busy dancing disgracefully to the rhythm of the same tune in the market square

Papa; doesn’t mind; they are 21^st century kids and they’ve got to dance to popular tunz

The young mind has been battered

Our norms have been shattered

Our direction has become scattered

Our moral consciousness has suffered

Just at new turn of a corner.

Where are the sounds of old?

That told us who we are

Or you!!! To know the child of whom you are

We can’t keep dancing acrobatics at the corner

And let our future suffer

How much Bastards can the society afford

Or medals of Mediocrity; can the society award

Own your Life so you don’t lose it untimely

Build the child so he doesn’t become unruly

At the turn of the corner let there be an encounter with wisdom

A bump into correctness

A mapped out space for decency

Bolaji Olaniba (2018)

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MY FATHER

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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