Song to the fallen family..........

I see the lines on their faces
traces of depression
The question on their lips is
Where are the works of our hero’s past?
Or did our forefathers toil in vain?
Oppression and isolation has become
The order of the society
Sons and fathers are at loggerheads
Over who is providing the next meal.
While mothers and daughters are at the mercy of lustful men who dangles carrot at them

Oh what a shame, self worth is now a value for fools
Money! Money! you have become the silent king maker that brought dispute to a lovely institution created by God
And obscene activities that our conscience accepts as normal
But do we have to lie shallow and let our conscience suffer from greed?

BY Odebala Irene Ese ( NIGERIA)

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