A PIECE OF MY MIND
I see bullets flying across the street as if possessed by some highly poisonous venom
Bodies here, bodies there, squares beyond, more than my youthful eye could measure
Screams and groans i hear, little un-amazed like it was a normal phenomenon
I thought it was a dream not until the wind from a near-death bullet told me to hide my head
Is this war? I asked myself, if it is, it’s an unfair one indeed .
At the dead of the night when old tales had been told to the young
When the moonlight had become hidden
When the elders of the land had gone to lay
When not even a single sound one could hear from the birds
An unfair one indeed I’d say.
One loud bullet was enough to wake the whole community
No one had to tell a tale before we knew the only watchman we could afford was dead
Like a usual practice everyone gathered at the citadel close to the market place.
The house is on fire, on fire! screamed a little child whose sense of smell was still much alive
We panicked and struggled to exit through the doors each fleeing to our respective homes
Bullets here and there save your head or else you’d be dead
Bodies lay groaning, had no time for mourning said our nearest instinct
As we tried to enter our houses we saw more flames, from the citadel or from ours? No one could tell
Through the smoke the old limped, the young screamed and the youths ran just to escape one more fire
‘Nebuchadnezzar’s furnace, here you are again!
Face to face we met with our invaders, unarmed unprepared and uncertain
They spared us no minute as they fired at us.
My eye went red as i saw elders struggle their last
Thanks a lot sirs ‘cause they’ve been struggling all this while, you know, to make ends meet, have shelter, to build their future, but you just made it easier
You know some still haven’t figured out what would fill their belly tomorrow, neither do they have any jobs, but hello, you just helped quench their hypertensive thoughts, only that you could have let them die honourably, they’ve struggled all this years shouldn’t they have earned a peaceful death?
As they lay it was apparent they wanted to do one last thing
Last prayer you may think but that didn’t matter to them so much
Just one last thing i could hear their hearts say
One last thing their time could not permit
One last thing the possessed handmade metal could not let them do
Some last words of advice, they could not give.
I could hear their hearts cry child! Child! Child!
When we are gone make this a better place
We have neither jewels nor gold but we give to you the batons of our race
We grew with hope, through slavery our fathers fought
We grew with vision; through sweats we built this nation
We knew no troubles ‘cause independence seemed to end our struggles
We knelt right here on this ‘earth’, we tilled just to see a better future
We shunned the pain our hands felt ‘cause our eyes could not but see the brighter tomorrow
Our hands ached but our hearts had peace at a glimpse of its gain
Tell peace we waited for it patiently
Tell hope we expected it courageously
Tell happiness we never knew it, but felt it consciously
Tell bounty we longed for it but for death, we had to forfeit
Tell struggle we thank it for filling such a large space in our lives
We die with hope, we die with faith we die with courage knowing that our struggle would not be in vain
Yes we got independence but greed took over from bondage
Yes we were free but we die bound
We were once united now we die disjointed
We rule but we became ruled
The enemy at home is greater than that outside true is such saying
Tell this, stranger, we give this as our ‘will’, tell this ,sir, tell this to our ‘future’, we have nothing to give you but a piece of our mind, we die with it though, we still can share
Love, love, love is what we lack.
Gone are the days when we dint have to stand by our goods to sell, yet found accurate currency right on our tables
Gone are the days when we worked for aim not fame
Gone are such beautiful days when greed was deficient in our claim
Gone are the days when ‘care for your neighbours’ was our sword
Gone are the days when diligences was our watchword
Gone are the realistic days when ‘government for the people’ was our song
Gone are the days, when we were one!
Remind me stranger, remind me when last you served your nation
Remind me stranger, remind me when last you worked but for ulterior notion
Remind me stranger when you last shared your little, to meet a neighbour’s need
Remind me when last you curbed your excesses just to see others feed
Oh! You want me to tell you of the days you cunningly hurt your neighbor?
Or better still, the last decades you remembered to care for him?
Yes! now, i remember, power! You needn’t i tell you about how much you’ve deprived others their right.
You know, the other day I heard some plutocrats argue if corruption was our major problem,
If they ask for your opinion, tell them envy and greed are compatible co-partners of strive and hatred
It’s an infectious poison and doesn’t have to top the list
Not much time i got stranger, read in between the lines and you’d understand me.
Like a thump in my heart i heard the last groan of these elders, not much struggle indeed
Only so much pain it could bring.
The future! I almost forgot, so much trauma for a day like this
I looked around with enough courage to pass them across to the future
Not much time left, i would at least spare them the implicates
The old men’s words, only i got, time would not permit some pen duplicates.
First, I looked for the near-futures; they aren’t hard to come by these days
Usually, they littered the market places, loitering about
Better still gathering in small gangs and groups, till the day passes.
They should be in the city, sleeping over some unfinished jobs, you’d have thought
But alas, there weren’t so much available for them to bother themselves on
They have not the certificates? No! In fact, we have some fine products. I thought you should have gotten used to the situation around here
No jobs, no employment, Mr. none!
I thought the trauma had begun to weary my vision; it took the wind from another near-death bullet to tell me this was reality.
The future, quite alright i saw, but hey! My heart tore apart at their sights
Future lay, nations spread across, dreams bright but all, deadened by some blood sucking steel
The other day it was an enthusiastic crowd of job applicants that were trampled upon
The next was a suffering but tenacious passersby, some of which were my targets whom were blown off unexpectedly by some thundering metal gadget
Or unflinching hopes that were bombed while resorting to nothing else but their God
To mention but a few, the optimist who despite all huddles, went on to learn, only for them to end their day in some un mapped forest
Where else should i go, to the lifeless bodies that lay? Or to the future whose whereabouts is unknown?
I hear the blood of some cry; i planned to be a president, i planned to change this nation, i planned to make my dream into some actions. You’d have spared my life if only you knew what stuff i was made of,
I hear the future cry; i was about to end this struggle, if you knew better, you wouldn’t have allowed them to blow my thoughts away
I hear some others scream; chance, chance is what we need to make a better nation,
The question they all ask is, if you don’t give them a chance, how would they give you a better tomorrow?
My only hope is the lost ones in some unknown land but, alas! i know not where to find them
Mr. Mr. Have you seen them? No. what?! it’s been over a month now sir
We are still seeing to that, stranger
Seeing to your future? I wish you knew how much they matter to the progress of this nation,
If only you know what height they could take us
If only you knew their dreams, you won’t let it fade off.
I see them at first, with a sense of hope; they expect that the fleeing ones would bring help.
I see their hope fade off as the day goes by, for not even a leaf shook not to mention the whole place thundering with footsteps nor choppers
I see them, i see now that rescue makes no difference to them, as their long protected virtues has been lost and of all, lost brutally to these ones who have no vision
Who live in a land of fantasy and swim in an ocean of oblivion
I am angry at you no more sirs, ‘cause i know so strongly, that those who sent you would soon need you no more.
I see bleeding wounds, brutal beatings; i think they would have preferred death
Sirs, with respect, i ask you to take a look at the future you are destroying
To look at these, as if they were yours
I ask you to think of the gain you’d get and compare this to the bright tomorrow you forget.
I talk not to you alone but to those you work for, not as though, i am not aware of the fact that you haven’t a conscience, but as one who can regain some, at least a bit.
I tell you to squint your eyes a little, ‘cause I never can tell how much sun has blurred your vision,
Look at how ‘blessed’ the future of the nation would be if you continue this way
Take a look at how ‘easy’ life would be, if you got not one dealing with the papers and letters you hate
Look at how ‘easy’ it would be for you to kill without the instinctive invention of bullets and bombs by educated persons
Have a glimpse of how your fathers lived an ‘easy’ life without implemented equipment, to till your farmlands from which you now eat freely from as a result of westernization
En vision how ‘exciting’ life would be if you killed everyone in this nation until it’s you, yourself and you.
You know, some would say you’ve lost your minds but from the little i learnt from school i know although animals got no mind of their own but at least they got some instinct to tell them to restrict their killing, tearing ,threatening and havoc to the forest and not extend it to the land of humans.
Lest i forget i still look for the future to tell, so you could at least spare me some.
Prepare for war my people, prepare for war
Don’t be scared Mr.’s, ‘cause you aren’t our problems neither is ours that of revenge
We need to set certain things straight and now is the time
No party is to blame we all carry a large share of it
Guard yourselves with diligence and truth, youths!
Put on an armour of sincerity and love, Adults!
Listen and wear on you the cloths of our fathers’ advice, children!
Get on the right track, leaders!
There are only two and I hope you’d rightly choose between peace and corruption
Rise up all and let’s strive for a better nation, arise! and let’s war against wrong objection
Rise up in unity, and in your little corner, fight your part of this battle.
ᴥ Anonymous ᴥ