"rearmament" poems
Unwittingly we walked away
from the beautiful path
of righteousness.
The path our forefathers in their
wisdom laid down for our benefits.
They left behind morals as a guide.
The path of the ancients,
where morals pave the way.
Respect and intelligence
walked together to light
the touch for moral
rearmament to flourish.
As custodians of this ancient path,
let us reinstitute and restore
morals back into our consciousness,
our homes, and our communities,
lest the moral decadence of
our societies will become our nightmare.
The generations to come will know peace
and our relationships improve.
Moral decadence like cancer is eating
the very roots of our family tree.
Corroding the very corners of our
homes like acid.
Eroding our lives with its virus.
It's venom is poisonous to our metabolism.
It is a terrible and unbearable headache.
With its choleric purging leaving our bowels empty of the most needed vitality.
Depleting us like the barren land the much needed ingredients for growth of our crops.
And like volcano it will explode in our faces.
It is like a grenade thrown into the crowd by children playing,
not knowing it will affect everyone.
Let us put in place respect,
morals and intelligence back to our homes.
That's exactly where to begin.
Let us begin again from the beginning.
With the restoration of moral rearmament,
our lives will have meaning again.
But it all begins with me,
as it begins with you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC