We complain they are adamant,
Wilful and obstinate,
We are the cause,
We are to be blamed,
We show too much,
We oblige more than needed,
We brandish beyond limit,
Pleasures without restraint,
They then run let like wild horses,
Luxuries unbound,
They hop like butterflies
from one flower to another,
They care less about the downtrodden,
They give no ear to the cry of the needy,
A moving train without control,
A moving car with failed brakes,
They come for us,
They crash through our walls,
They push against us,
We fall without prop,
Some,
Unable to lift themselves up again,
Are lost with the passage of time,
The indulged now on rampage,
The condoned now the deviant,
This we made to befall us.
Thompson I. Emate is a graduate of University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria. His keen interest in creative writing particularly prose and poetry has seen him spend most of his leisure time writing these two. He has his poems,”Foot Soldier” and “Lilies” published in a youth magazine.He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.