By Jennifersoter Ezewi

When the elders decides
to bury their young,
Who will bury them?

When the beautiful lives
they could not create sleeps
at the expense of their orders
Who will applaud them?

Is there a position far-fetched
from listening?
Why is the irate crowd not pacified?

Why are there loss of lives
in the midst of non-violence?

Who gave a ****** order
when peace should be still?
Are there no more rooms for dialogues?

Kings oh kings!
Don't cast your young to the
beyond
Because they are your future:
They wish to learn from you;
They wish to be proud of you.