When Is The Future, Leaders?

Poem By Olutosin

The song came to me again this morning,
The youth own the future.
It makes my ear bitter and sorrowful.
We been hearing the old song before,
Yet, no future for us the youths.
We are painted black and red,
the Grey hair men still dominate, dominate and embezzle our pride.
Our wings cut off amidst agony.


When is the is the future, leader?
When is our turn to get the national cake?
When shall we rule perfectly without god fatherism?
Good neighbourliness is a good thing,
Yet we are hostile and embittered.
Each moves about its own way,
Facing the...