‘One day’, we’ve cry
‘One day’, many have projected
‘Tomorrow and future’ had slept on the lips of our fathers
We grew to see what they prayed it’s hidden from us
As their leader became our leader
And their song ….our song
Their ancestors called them tomorrow’s leader
But our fathers wasted away without tasting a drop of leadership honey
They project it may be their sons
Yet in their presence their sons are robbed of their future
As leadership cycle within a cult
A cult that looks destined to rule and not lead forever
Sometimes I tried to link it
To know whose fault
Or a curse
I took KOLA NUT to consult IFA,
Bribe Imam and Pastor with my daily bread
To know the sacrifice to carry
Or the best highway that open door to answered prayer
I met our leaders donating at the celebration of OBATALA
With their flowing gown they sit on the high table in mosque and church
Then I think to myself
What truth will flow out of IFA?
What living water would I get from Mecca and Jerusalem?
What is truth?
If not me
As I saw thousands of robbed future still shouting RANKADEDE
All to the one that lavish their destinydestiny
Lebile Melt Tosin is a Writer and Poet. He has written and published several Poems. He is also a Contributor at Core Magazine.
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