BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Scavengers fly in circles
Sky high on top of landfills.
Filled with babies and humans that took
Their stories during transition,
Their voices fade like the tides crashing
Into the shorelines, chipping away rocks
And sands little by little.
When news spread
The people chant.
A hot topic that social media trends
And call for action is at its peak
Making their demands.
However sudden sparks will eventually
Fade as intentions shift away
By ego and instigating seeds,
Planting its roots deep into inexperienced
Minds through trial and error
With not many mentors to teach.
What started as good will be consume
With pride and internal arguments arise,
Like hives overturning their rulers once
The phenomenon runs dry.
Power struggles distract goals,
Distracting as enemies patiently wait
To regain grounds that were lost.
Please,
As movements continue to move on
And momentums slowing down
With numbers rise and fall.
Don’t forget the voices that sparked
The passion that push to answer those
Calls.
Don’t forget the people, communities,
The cries,
For they will never stop.
These inner conflicts amongst groups
Need to stop,
Stop putting good works on pause
Because leadership is in chaos.
Never forget about us.
