ELERGY OF THE YOUTH (A seed from Soonest Nathaniel Scholes) How does one retrieve an arrow in flight, Make reparation for plundered years, The sins of our forerunners; Those elders that feast, pouring libation From the drink of the young? Is it for a want of snuff or staff, Is the evening palmwine That keeps Elders in-house While the she-goat delivers in fetters? The waggling tongue will surely count the teeth, When greeting hand goes beyond the arm. We fear the Old, we respect the Elders But oneday soon, we shall query them all Wearing Baskets of retribution on our heads. The Old shortchanged the young The Elders shortchanged the young. They say; The young climb upon trees For a glimpse of that which elders see While still sitting on their cane-chairs. Our throne is now their cane-chair Why wont they see far. For when the palm-wine taper is taping his wine, Indeed, his heart is at peace. The youth are the leaders of tomorrow, Says the prophesy, The youth are the leaders of... But who dictates the music of the song? The Elders, only the Piper. And the prophesy remains unfulfilled When the old ones refused to pass. The Genuis, The Generals, The Genies, They came riding the wave. The Congress, the Civilians, The Cabal, They came riding the wave. Feeding the pot-bellies of corruption, Dipping the masses tongues in Chorophyll. What more will it take to germinate The Revolutions Seed? A pitcher of water, A photon of light, And the rising carbondioxide of our rage. How many match-sticks will torch a forest? How many straws will it take to break the camels back? One more! Only one. We say, One word is enough for those with ears to hear And eyes to see. The Elders sit at moonlight weaving their snares, Entrenching their apendages in our lands. Who can challenge our mandate? They boast, Who among the youths can undo the past The perennial lineage of our roots. The old wants reincarnate again, The old wants rejuvenate again But from the blood of the youth. How many stretch will snap a rubber? How many more beatings till the dog turn on its master? One more! Only one, We say, One word is enough for those with ears to hear And eyes to see. The Storm is gathering in the sky, And rising is the wave and the tide, The future is pregnant with retributions. Today the gecko falls from the wall, And the long hand of fate falls. Today the hand appears on the wall, And the red cock of change calls. Numbered, Numbered, Weighed, Weighed, The uprising and rebellion. Today the gecko falls off the wall, And there is the handwriting on the wall.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 18:10:55 +0000
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