A Poem about Life after School
Title: Dear Village
Written by: Akinmayowa Adedoyin Shobo (Nigeria)
Path to success (Dear Village)
Dear Village,
In our pen-craft we sail
The ancient route of the wisdom
Much-travelled road to greatness.
Into the roaring waters
Haunted by ghosts of the ones before us
We are capsized, fed to the sea
We are lost.
Persecuted yet, we march on this quest.
Dear Village,
In our hands bear,
Gem-plated jars filled with flotsams of blasted hopes
The certificates we bear,
Hung as a millstone about our necks.
Dear Village,
Those dreams we bore ten years have become men
With heaviness in their souls, they lament
They still hear the same voices
Behind the brown hills
Lines made by the strange little creatures
The stench of the billies.
On the path to success.
Still we are -
Artists,
Sworn to paint you a picturesque future.
Written by: Akinmayowa Adedoyin Shobo (Nigeria)
Path to success (Dear Village)
Dear Village,
In our pen-craft we sail
The ancient route of the wisdom
Much-travelled road to greatness.
Into the roaring waters
Haunted by ghosts of the ones before us
We are capsized, fed to the sea
We are lost.
Persecuted yet, we march on this quest.
Dear Village,
In our hands bear,
Gem-plated jars filled with flotsams of blasted hopes
The certificates we bear,
Hung as a millstone about our necks.
Dear Village,
Those dreams we bore ten years have become men
With heaviness in their souls, they lament
They still hear the same voices
Behind the brown hills
Lines made by the strange little creatures
The stench of the billies.
On the path to success.
Still we are -
Artists,
Sworn to paint you a picturesque future.
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