What The Future Holds

A Poem by Peter Mogba

A poem about a society that does not cater for anybody

Many a time
I have ran out of thoughts
Where is this love?
Look around the streets
Were is that future?

Mama use to tell me
The future lies on their shoulders
Only the infants can right the wrongs
But were is that chance?

Tomorrow will be greater than today
That's what they always say
But how can that work?
When that is not concluded by a work done.

My dear, the still born cry
The children die
The youth go astray
The gray heirs finally gets weaker and die
Were are we heading to?
The promise land indeed.