In the journey of our race, yet a lot of blame aim.
Truly fierce with piercing touch,
Build in the enhance absorber.
The big race of ours, filled with empty but.
Should I blame my father for failure,
Or my race for incompetence.
Or the rulers for their myopic vision.
Left with rage and anger; tumors and pain.
The descendants of glory, I am called.
The future of our race, we’re named.
.
But all was just a bluff, facade and empty claim.
Literally we’re our tomorrow, yet we’re shunned by our race.
Typically we’re just a pawn in ocean, still beckons on our glory.
If only I had the gut to speak, then will i spit out my pain.
If I can just fight, then my sword will be smoothen.
But I’m just a boy with no claim to aim.
Time’s come for I to set it right,
Driving out my thoughts and playing my part.
Even when all was being claimed behind my breath.
It’s time I played my insignificant major part.
Adesunwon HB
