BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Pillars of destruction
Built on bodies
That holds guilt.
Our forefather’s lust for power
Spill on children,
Until vengeance
Has its fill.
Families prepare their young
For battle,
And that’s the way it goes
Depending whose womb
You came out from.
It doesn’t matter
If it was by choice
Because that’s how mankind
Seem to process.
Where on earth
Do people see progression?
Only repeated actions
But it’s becoming more evolved.
Tend to wonder if those
Who sacrifice their lives
Even know why they dying for their
Cliques and blocks
Crumbling family foundations
Because of different turfs,
Leaving families torn apart and in distraught.
If they really love their community,
Why they hail up intersections
Just to attract harm.
If people really knew what goes within,
Instead of getting information from instigating blogs
Our youth claims to be more savage,
When generations before
Just sprinkled a bit more of
Harmful thinking…
Trickling down the trauma game,
The only difference
Is the disintegration of moral codes
And what it’s like to be human.
Trends come and go
In less than few weeks,
But the price of life can never come back.
Final destination by emotional decisions
Now everyone feels the pain,
Back and forth
Till white flag waves…
But we know the problems deeply ingrained.
Just a cycle of life doing its thing
But these outside voices continue
To speak on tempered brains…
Where to start
Stopping this cycle?
