BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Make it a trend to be kind to each other
Make it a movement to go back to the days where everyone gave greetings to one another
Make it a statement to respect the elders,
And listen to the children instead of forcing them into silent whispers.
Make it a legacy where it takes a village to raise each and every child, because the little ones
DO MATTER.
In a world that is harsh
And inner doubts become the finisher,
Small yet mighty calls to give the living their flowers
Before they become the ashes to be celebrated in the past life that they felt unloved by others.
A time where respect was given, and earned in a honorable manner,
Where the ones before are recognized
And leaders guide the young
So that they can continue one and surpass the elders.
A time where there is uplifting and staying close to nurture and defend,
Where unity was priority with no questions asked,
Where the streets filled with folks of different paths walk side by side
Against any foes.
Crabs in a bucket
We had all witnessed
Never gets anywhere
But war torn fields
That is a slaughterhouse
Of any potential.
Where dreams had to be chased
Through sunshine or rain and thunder.
Where it was okay to agree to disagree
And it was okay to walk away from something
Instead of lashing out at the whole world
With the inner bitters.
