My Generation
I see your eyes retreat sadly
Into their dark hollow sockets
And my quietly bleeding heart
Becomes bulbous like cheeks
Struggling to suppress laughter
I peep into your tryst tomorrow
And I see the sun scampering
Towards a twilight tearing into
An ebony of night so set to beget
A dreary dawn of pellucid grayness
I look to the bleak swollen sky
And behold the screaming stars
Beckoning my sullen soul heavenwards
Like a lost sail beholds an albatross –
The moon manages a sweet secret smile
Torrents of blessing pour through thunder
Currents of salvation flash like lightning
Noble ancestors-listen to our libations
And teach us the trade of the rainmaker
To douse this drought of Nelson Mandelas!
From Scents of Dawn by Austyn Njoku Biography
