Here we are
Enjoying the beauty of misery
Roaming the streets
Lost in the glory of poverty
Contented with the emptiness of our souls
Minds in utmost disarray
But silence is all we can say
We cannot but grief
I look around and ask
What is left of what is right?
The beautiful flowers that graced our mornings
Where are they all gone?
Did war grow out of love?
What went wrong?
Do we look at any future ahead?
I believe! I believe our future is brighter
Written by Abiodun Adesola