THE NEW WORLD (MY LAMENTATIONS)
Serious and shocking events have become everyday news
Bombs set off in public places
People abducted, ransoms put on their heads
All for the love of money
It makes me form thoughts, is our generation possessed by evil spirits?
Women and men past middle age, mugged in broad daylight
Religious groups back factions in war, as politicians charged in genocide
Religious leaders exploiting young people sexually
Oh this generation, what have you all turned this 21st century into?
Poverty up and running, like a determined athlete
Our beautiful forests stripped, for commercial ventures
Woodlands laid bare by the poor in search for food, left looking like an undecorated room
Natural groundwater polluted, unsafe to drink
It saddened my heart
In the name of modern technologies, our air choked with pollution as the modern machines excretes
Corporate greed leading to business collapse, leaving millions jobless
Fraud setting it pace, causing investors to lose life savings
I feel helpless
That, I can’t catch up with the growth of poverty, as it grows swiftly at speed like a rocket on a mission
Making about 10 million people go to bed hungry regularly
I always wander in questions
What has this century turned into?
Yet, emergence of my answer is still a mystery
As violence continue to plants it seeds here and there
From Africa to Asia, South America to North America
Europe to Australia, not sparing the Antarctica
Mothers losing their sons, as number of widows continue to rise
The globe is all engulf by terrorism
Engulf in sorrow always, as I watch
Pestilence and other illness continue to open their mouth, to swallow us all
AIDS becoming the most remarkable pandemic in human records of events
Yet, continues involvement in fornication and adultery never seize
Thus, bringing frequent news of earthquakes here and there
Could this be the approach of the last day?
Or is it indeed, crucial periods hard to deal with?
Perhaps I can’t answer this, as the answer still remains a mystery
I weep, for the bliss of the world seems death
The new world
It looks void and empty
Many people looking weak and greedy
For thousand dreams have fled
And million hopes have died
To few, existence has no reason
And in every tongue, a question lies
What’s to life?
Posted on August 7, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged Africa, Art-poetry, Care, Dream, Hope, Humanity, Hunger, Life, Mothers, Nature, People, Poem, Poetry, Politics, Poverty, Struggle, Voice, War. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.