Hello everyone in the hive blockchain. I hope you’re doing well.
Here’s a poem I wrote for this edition’s creative Sunday.
Once upon a time
The world was filled with colorful flowers and beautiful butterflies
It was filled with innocent and beautiful people
Innocent people who couldn't hurt a fly
It was a time of peace
A time of much joy
A time when the light shone brightly
A time when innocent people chose steadfast love over sacrifices
And then they came and it all changed
They planted new seeds; bad and written ones
The bad seeds started growing and multiplying
Soon they became strong enough to wage a war on innocent people.
The war lasted for days, months, and years, maybe?
The innocent people battled with valor, but at one point they started running
They went into hiding
Never to be seen or heard again
Now, we live in a world where bad seeds rule
Their ways became our ways too
Our ways since birth
Infants are not even spared
The people become saber-toothed tigers
Prowling and looking for weaklings to devour
Blood became brand new Four Cousins
Flesh taste like freshly baked cookies
Gone are those lovely days of much joy
These are the days when the world was filled with beautiful butterflies and innocent people.
What inspired me to write this poem?
Well. What really inspired me? I just sat down and I thought about my community, state, country, and the world at large. Maybe some people are enjoying and living the best of their lives, but a large percentage of people are really not fine.
About this poem
During the days of our ancestors. They didn’t have the advanced technology that we have now. There was nothing like the internet. There was nothing like social media, but they still lived in peace and harmony.
There wasn’t anything like corruption. Maybe there was, I was not alive at that time, but with stories I’ve heard and the books I’ve read, I’d agree with the fact that there was nothing like corruption, social injustice, mass killing, and other vices.
And as time went on evil started growing out of nowhere. Minds got poisoned. Things started changing bit by bit.
Today, we live in a world where the majority of people are black seeds. Everything about the country is in shambles and nobody is doing anything about it.
The people find all means to survive. If only the world was still filled with colorful flowers and beautiful butterflies, maybe, just maybe, people would live in peace. They do all immoral and illegal activities because they are not left with many choices
The country is filled with Sabre-toothed tigers, looking for whom to devour. The leaders that are supposed to be on our side, are on seats just for their gain.
We hear stories of mass killing, kidnapping, stealing, drug trafficking, etc and no one is doing anything about it.
It is very sad, and my question is “till when?” When do we have to endure all these before we say enough is enough?
Thanks for reading.
