W.D.M

We - D Millennial

They say we entered just a little to late

A little shy of an era that was the end of a fizzling era of plenty

Like badly combined water colours painted over the soft canvases of our sapient hearts

Maybe it's the wax in our ears

or we are just too slow to understand this world wonders

Of a spinning tale with artistic impressions

Of moonlight's once-upon-a-time

'we were paid to go to school,

'we were fed chicken, milk and sausage,

'We were the giant among a comity of cretin nations,

We - D Millennial,

Are in a place in the future fast forwarded but it seems

Like our earth suddenly turned flat

An alternate hypothesis at the end of the road,

We are perpetually pulled by a gravitational magnet,

At the core of our earth's reality: our country,

A black nation,

Imprisoned in a past that is akin to a dark dungeon we emerged

While we were tormented by the red devil with a spear tail and trident that;

Forces us into this black hole that consume one's hopes of another good yesterday happening tomorrow.

We are told we missed the whole show

While we look around wondering

What, why, when and where did it all happen?

The free education, the community spirit, the arts, economic prosperity, the welfare projects

How did they all speed away like a hit-and-run?

Leaving just dusty crumbs

And rumbles of a collapse structure that claimed so many young lives

Of the debt we inherited from generations before that would never be fully propitiated

We get the treasure maps from the history classes

Half truths, adroit manoeuver from the absolute truth

And we ponder why as a generation, we would always miss the route to the treasure trove?

Why the old soothsayers sing of a time that is slowly etched on our memory lane?

Snaking all the way through our marrow,

Please stop it!!!

Your lullaby nags at us

It is a musical journey to a skillfully crafted death knell

Maybe if you could pause this jolly happy hours you are so excited about

Like a SAT decoder do this days

Yet they lock us away in penitentiaries

Made up of iron bars barricading the dark standing coffins

That leave us with wraiths of sensory deprivation

Or that we skid on slippery paths of yesterday's fantasia

which still feels like an abstract painting: so romantic yet so untrue

Like the annuals authored by the Afro-colonial blackmailers

So on this moonlight night, it all seem like a beautiful tale

The rhythm of the drum beats,

The roll of sweet music levitating like spiced steam in the kitchen

Like the good food, rare opportunities, dignity, respect, virtue, pride in the black motherland.

These reeling pictures, the fables told every night under the almond tree

As the wick of these foreign memories are supplanted in our young brain burns into ashes of helplessness

It turned out its all been a big fat conspiracy

Like myths told as deterrents and promising punitive measures of life imprisonment

A dream that hounds one night and day

As we close our eye, takes in the full view of a beautiful utopia where everything is immaculate

Sinless, bloodless, painless, death-less and free-ness.

We - the Millennial.