it was one of my early poems last three years precisely. Lets give the young brains a chance to rule us and not old fathers who would not want to leave that sit of power. it is an African poem for Africa


Babies Era

They go, they come they go.
Without knowing that it is not their seat
But where are the babies?
Where are they? The men have done there
Own with pleasure and they are
Still there trying to grow the gray hair
On the helpless seat. The men are the eldest
Of all but the babies are the most senior of all.
Babies wake up from your faithless lives
For life is for the babies' and not for men
The men have been there since they were boys
But they have not just remember that
Twenty children can't play together for twenty years
That is the position of life.
Babies i advise you to rise up to walking babies
And rule with your young and active senses
As for men it is alright
For God as answered their own prayers
Leave it for the babies
For men will rule and men will soon pull out.



Poetry by kid
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Written on 2006-06-26 at 15:11

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