Futures Foretold?
The rag in hand, twin to the one adorned
Begrimed, beloused, eyes deadened
Pleas for alms, from the dead alive
And yet, to them, belongs the future
Mothers violated, fathers demaled
Yesterday’s farms, now a killing field
Innocence lost in paradise turned hell
Offsprings of a people estranged
Happy Children’s Day, they crow
How happy can a child be
When they’ve been robbed
Of all that makes the child, a child
To glimpse where a nation is headed
Examine how her children fare
Observe to what purpose they are directed
And you will see the future foretold…
DF
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