Beneath the thick layer of indifference
I see creatures battered and beaten
by cruelty of no stoppage
In a carriage of no destination
Their hopes wander in rags
Shamed to live its name.
Beneath the thick layer of inhumanity;
I see children hugged by hunger
Their tomorrow to be spent in sorrows
Their sustenance in bowls
of coins
Earned by passionate pleas
of desperation
to quench the sufferings
that have kept them in wretchedness
of great torment.
Beneath the thick layer of injustice
I see creatures in fiery dungeons
Caged for ages
Holed-up in pits of no pity
Their joy locked up in bottles
Drunk by their oppressors.
Beneath the thick layer of faith
I climb the hills in haste
To see the future that gives future
To the 'futureless' ones.
Beneath the thick lines of positivism
I give my dreams rigidity;
By foreseeing the lines of marginalization deleted
Everyone clothed in no distinct robes
The forgotten ones absorbed by remembrance.
Written by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom
