Rain of tears dropped as I bow my head.
My pen's ink's getting old, weak and left for dead.
In despiration, my naked sheet opened to the world.
Prepared to be lynched; prepared to be burnt.
If only my cry could save the world.
"Collins Rollins is too desperate." They tabled.
"Collins Rollins is a mess." They screamed.
"Collins Rollins is a revolutionary." They whisper within.
Have you heard of Michael Jackson's Earth Song?
If only his cries could save the future.
Our old are dying in theft and greed.
Our youths hungering for abortive dreams.
Our children now taste unripe fruits; heavily distracted.
Have you heard of Richedle Mead?
If only her cries could save us all.
We were told to pick the realities of our dreams
Lying at the four corners of the earth.
We searched and searched but found nothing.
Till we noticed the earth is 'spherical'.
If only the heaven's cry will heal the universe.
Short Note
Generally speaking, the world is beautiful. But this beauty, had been long way corrupted and infected by the inhabitants. Men, whose greedy nature and unsatisfactory desire to accumulate power, even over the decisions of their fellow men, has broght the earth to a state of unnecessary evil. While so many great men has risen to try being this drastic evil to a necessary end, many had given up their life for the course but the circumstances stood still.
As our old grew comfortable in greed and theft. Not wanting to hand over the sit to the fresh blood who can be of good will to direct the people into greater heights and achievements, the young forsake their heritage to pursue dreams that will only get aborted along the way. They were to be the leaders of tommorow. But tommorow have come and gradually becoming yesterday. But they still are blinded by the generosity of their fathers in possession of the gold.
And our children, God help us all! They have began to eat the fruit even the elders are afraid to taste. They have no more desire to wait till they come of age before they began to swim in the ocean of whiskey and affection, which are only but deception, one they cannot control.
While we were given the direction of where to go, we were sent to a dead end. As many would counter the wise saying but making a bold claim saying,
They told us education is the key. Only for us to graduate and realise they have changed the padlock.
Earth Poem is one borne out of the pains and anger that has been crafted by Men.