#RIPPLES....A Poem by uche michaelIt explains the effects of our actions, deed and misdeeds on our future. it highlights the political situation of my country of birth, Nigeria and is also a call for the bigger world#RIPPLES… SPOKEN WORD BY UCHE MICHAEL I wish I had seen the future Maybe I would have acted differently, Maybe I could have tried to prevent all this sorrow Maybe I would have checkmated my greed, And rather fight for the greater good, Maybe I wouldn’t have planted seeds of discord But helped strengthen this cord that binds us together Maybe I wouldn’t have orchestrated my symphony And like a cruel dance instructor expect everyone to dance to its harmony Maybe I would have practiced what I preached The love of God, your soul’s greatest need But instead I cunningly stripped your land of its resources while asked you to close your eyes in prayer I gave you the bible with one hand and took your gold with the other I released the chains from your hands And made you fasten them around your mind See, I didn’t need to chase you around with whips anymore I just gave you independent slavery and let you do that by yourselves forever more I was the one who stole but you rewarded the silent The very valiant amongst you with the wrong tools I did silent I paid but a stipend for the gains I stripped from you and yes they were priceless I was the master thief cos I deceived you into getting your home But you gave me the key, yes you did It was your selfishness accompanied by my greed We blended so easily until we made a smoothie That only I could drink
I wish I had seen the future Maybe I would have gotten off my back And face what lies ahead Rather than act like a lazy Dog that can’t bite but is just good with a bark Maybe I would have sprung up instead And girdle up for the sacrifice that awaits me just beyond the fog Maybe I would have sought saner ways to heal my land of its very plague Than engage in a senseless coup and unknowingly set the stage For unreasonable counter coup, years down the line this boiling pot is yet to get cool Maybe the deaths of over two million in the civil war could have been prevented If only I knew how far reaching my actions can cause a stir And how much our humanity can easily be neglected Maybe heaven wouldn’t have been polluted With the stench of carcasses and the tearful prayer of saints Substituting the sweet smelling savor of a beautiful world I paint (In my mind) Of world renowned persona’s, record breakers, pace setters, Who out runs the bolts even as sprinters, They had a dream and like every King Our inhumanity denied them the cozy feeling of winter (I wonder) Did we kill the cure for HIV and Cancer? Along with the children that die daily of Kwashiorkor and hunger (I need an answer) If we had seen the future Would we have saved a little extra knowing the pleasures of a boom Can easily be intercepted by a bigger doom (but no) The sky was just too large and then the stage was set for a continuum Of fraud, electoral injustice, slander, nepotism, tribalism, jungle justice, Terrorism, greed, insecurity and corruption (and in all this years) We kept put our attitude of laissez faire (you know), I don’t care (you know) As long as I manage to stay above water and can still get some air But truthfully, look how far we have faired For the fear that the flames we helped kindle will not flare
I wish we can see the future Maybe we would sit down and ponder We are no different after all Maybe the territories we hope to conquer are just mere markings on the ground Maybe for a minute we would forget where we are from, (our tribe) And chart course for where we are going, (our pride) Maybe the core in every one of us will be let loose And in future our children will learn what we did; we’d be heroes in their books Maybe they don’t have to refugees Homeless (displaced), hopeless (misplaced) Priorities will take us there Where it wouldn’t matter whose right or who’s wrong In that day, there would neither be King nor Kong How much can I beat this gong? We can’t run from it anymore, we can’t beat it Cos if we had gone the right ways initially There would have been no need for IDP’s So get up and stop being the hero only in your DP Social media activists, and yet our greatest bane is inactivity You tweet how much you can save the world And in your browser, in a tab you’ve got your details You’re booking a flight, just in case there is a fight Please where are the heroes Can we see the knight? And their shining body armor See, war doesn’t determine who is right, but who is left It’s not the fairy tale we see in movies There is no last chance to call your wife and pour out your feelings Plus there’ll be no network Only screams of another dead body that just hit the ground For no one will sow and thus nothing will grow And we head back into the same pattern, same routine And tagging along is the master thief (remember that guy) But this time we will readily give him the key for a pack of relief They’d sell us ammunition and give us stipends as donation, Don’t forget that in this time they will be our only source of communication Mind you our children will have no nation Stripped off their very identity We would try to explain why we did it Bla bla bla everything we say will sound so stupid Cos the same idea we are ready to die for Would be irrelevant when there is nothing to live for
If only we can see the future Maybe we would heed the words of Asa, One day the rivers will overflow and there will be nowhere for us to go And we will run and run wishing we had put out the fire This life is just a ripple © 2017 uche michaelAuthor's Note
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Added on September 26, 2017 Last Updated on September 26, 2017 Tags: #ripples, #1mananation Authoruche michaelABUJA, NigeriaAboutam a young man, with a message. i express myself via spoken word, music, art etc. more.. |