The Forsaken Tradition
As we sit waiting in our illusion mind
We await none but of the elusive time
The birds in their nest
Yet we think not what is best
When their creepy noise is at rest
Our heritage which have long been sold
That we seek not but of old
Best in thought but rap in cold
Failing to create none we seek of gold
The suffering though have long been foretold
Clamoring in future hope
When we fail on how to cope
Our fast track have been forgot in a lope
Now we seek prayer from a rat Pope
Oh! those glorious days have long been gone
Heritage our father's build have all been torn
Our heritage abashed from the rule of the unknown masters
All now is a story of disaster
Coming in with a face like that of a dove
Innermost mind we know not but a predator
Ruling out our heritage theirs is installed into ours
Now we all love not of ours but theirs in every hours.
©2015 Ogoh Owulo Alex
About the Author Ogoh Owulo Alex
Ogoh Alex is an ambitious
writer who feels the pains its people are trailing through. His writing
cuts across political leadership, tradition, love etc. From his writing
one can clearly detect his nature and attributes of life. He was born in
the early 90s at Ibadan in Oyo state but an indigene of
Obibagwu, Oju L.G.A of Benue State, Nigeria. Has a good educational
background, above all his stance against injustice in all ramifications.
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