Millennial is what called in this generation,
Everywhere here and there,
There are always youths who really never care,
And never been worried about their future.

In Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Messenger,
Are contents of follower, liker, reader and including seener,
Loitering and using fake accounts just to gain a wholesome money,
Even though that it is notorious, they still embark their blunt journey.

Most millennial are undisputedly addicted to social media,
Their lives depends on likes they are going to gain,
They don't care if their faces might be inside of multi-media,
And they don't even care if it will give them a pain.

Some truly go beyond their limits just to have a lot of likes,
Perhaps they are fame *****, but they don't care if someone strikes,
Strikes every part of their body including their faces and such,
Yet they don't care if it will hurt them too much.

However, seeking attention in the cyber world isn't a good thing,
Instead they should focus on things that are essentially free like a king,
Because in this generation, too many people are unaware and careless,
And some they didn't even noticed that our environment is already full of fraud either hypocrite and genuine people are less.

Do you believe in God?
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in us?
Do you believe we can hold hand in one accord?
Black and white, the rich and the filth, english spanish, muslim Jews and the ireligious
Do you believe in a unifying peaceful world?

Okay, let me switch thoughts
Do you believe in destiny?
If I say I don't believe in anything, would you label me an enemy
Do you believe we're slave in the face of our Lord?
So I don't have a say in things that comes
Oh, guess that makes me a bot
No, it does not?
Then What!
Why is there...
Heaven and hell
No, it doesn't make sense,
Do you think I need help
Cos my state of mind is getting messed

Well then, let me take it one at a time.
Now tell me, where does "Will" comes to term
I mean "Noun form of Will" not the verb
The will to choose what I want to
The will to do and undo
Will and destiny, do they converge?...
To infer how we live our lives

Will you believe me if I say I'm an atheist?
Or will you think I'm just wordplaying with my writings?
Okay, okay; Anything you say...

Now, the next question goes thus...
Do you believe in love?
Yes, I've asked that before...
Have you ever love unconditionally?
Literally given it everything; originally
Without been flinch by frictional heat
By bling bling and material things

Did you just say "Aye"
Nah, that's a lie
Unconditional love only comes from mums
When I said mums, I mean mother not *******
Mothers who raise children; not ******* who just have kids
Women who are loving; Not those who have stings
Mothers and ******* belongs to different class
Mothers would rather starve to see their wards living trash
They'd better live filth to see their kids been lift
But ******* with their stings will do the opposite
Popping up at bars showing off their ***
Most women are *******  and most dads are tards..
  
Now, let me ask again
Do you believe in love without a gain
Would you still love me the same,... if the reasons gets displaced
Would you still stay even if I make you feel pained
Will you love me back to life if my heart is clouded with hate
Will you take the blame for mistakes I made
And when the earth quakes and my heart trembles and break
Would you go on your knees and pray
Cos thats what makes mother's love unremitting
A love that stand strong without Oremiti

I guess you can't,
Cos love as it is; is just a game of heart
It's hyperbolic saying love is an art
Not shambolic; if I said its just a contract

Undisputedly; true love does exist.
Loyalty, trust, honesty; those are the charges it emits
But being unconditional is out of it
Yea, it's a first-degree counterfeit

So, that brings in my last questions,
Do you believe in truth?
Do you believe in things that you do?
You should.....
Believe in you

Mama!
Undisputedly a child of God I am
Born of pain, sorrow and condemnation
Sired in His just and Godly features
Baptized in your ****’s maternal blood
But my thirst for vengeance duels with my heart’s virtues
To avenge the untimely demise of Adhiambo
The daughter that never saw the sun set
Camouflaged among the myriad heavenly souls
Singing with angels and saints


Oh mama!
Dawn wakes the sun from slumber
To condole with us in moaning the execution of either war or peace
For the enslaved have mastered the art of the enlightened
Armed with ammunition ready for the gruesome sabotage
Hard to fathom their motives
Of deprivation and starvation
Their untimely demise is enough allure for blood
For those who cease life by the sword
Indeed beckon for death by it
Mama a pledge I took
To dust they are homing

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My son!
Seek wisdom
And let it flow in you like the water lilies
Abide not to your perceptions
That stirs in you more abhorrence
For fellow mankind
But thy almighty load you with love
For His word decrees, your neighbor’s love
Surpasses your own


My son!
Refrain from your corrupted notions
Arousing the incessant devastating pangs of our hearts
Of settling of scores
For the prejudiced souls beseeching for freedom in their graves
To the unforeseen heroes sung to eternity
For in your quest for vengeance
Burrow two graves, they say

See Son!
Even though nights fog us with a blanket of sorrow
And reminiscence
Of unjust hearsay of our forlorn hope
Sang by our children
Retribution is the dark cloud that camouflages virtues

Son!
Remember your sister in the same quest
With a maimed heart yes I second
But son you no matador: this is no duel of the bulls
Envision the age of love and peace
With vehement prayers that are never in vain
To drive the demons of destruction to oblivion

The true path of a rebel soldier is obscure
Hence tread not on the path of your father
Soldierly yet unchaste with perverse longings
A *** slave to treacherous captor: notoriety
In as much as
Your obscenity masquerades your fragility
Professing you are the seed of their *****
Them like caged hounds that devoured my unsullied youth
In submission to their unrelenting sensual wants


Son, I dare not call you a child of sin


Hunt for the wisdom of your “father”
A peacemaker
My irrefutably hero
For he concerns himself less on the price he dearly paid
To salvage me from the gallows of infinite hell
But more on love, and my resilience

And son:
Acceptance
Love
Peace
And forgiveness
Equals longevity

My son.. my son.. thou plea…