Lost In My Own World

Just my thought...

The power tussle is beyond me,
Hear the spirits of slain innocents calling out.
What did we do to deserve this?
This chow is ours and I chose you to guard it,
Now I dare not reach out to you,
I watch from afar as you devour what is ours like a maniac.
I know this place did not give me life,
Yet, this is my life.
But how did I become a part of this societal decay,
It used to be better, they say,
Wondering how it got so bad,
Then it dawned on me, I am so lost in my own world.

We all seem to be on a journey,
Walking and sweating profusely,
Then I felt someone tug on my arm,
The little girl asked me, where are we going?
I do not know, so I asked me elders,
Keep walking they say, we do not know either,
Only our forefathers did.
But I am weak, shaken; my feet is bleeding,
My voice is faint, my strength is sapped.
But I need no one to pull me back,
Because no one can offer us their world,
We should own ours.
How long will my hands be held,
How long will I follow blind leaders,
How long will it take to get it right.
We all are tired,
Yet we don’t seem to care that we are lost in our own world.

How will we remember you in our history?
People so long to sing a song of victory.
But not until we are lost, do we begin to understand ourselves.
I am no rebel, I am valiant,
I am different, I am black,
I am a fighter, I am strong,
I am a voice, I am a passion,
I am a song, I am a rhythm,
I am a Nigerian, I am Africa.
Until I stand and be all these,
I will remain lost in my own world.