A RISING GENERATION

Generations of my people
Have neglected to give truth a chance
We have refused to believe
That what we do not want we must fight for it
Naturally, it has been bestowed upon man
To face the future
We know that challenge and risk
Is an essential part of life
However, we rather prefer to run
In opposite direction
Instead of facing our tormentors
Generations of my people
Have lived to witness the pull
Of forces dragging them down
But instead of fighting this pull
They let go of their anchor
And allow themselves to sink
Irrespective of the fact
That we cannot achieve our dreams
Without building it
We sit down and wait
For fortune to seek us out
Generations of my people
Have refused to realise that
The slipshod man will always
Be confronted with problems one after the other
Do they buckle up and wrestle this
Problem like the normal man would?
They just roll around in agony
And believe they are bearing their loss
And been strong
A strong man would stand up
And confront his problems and overcome them
Generations of my people
Are still slumbering
And wallowing in abject suffering
Of the highest degree
What do they do about this?
Nothing, they rely on fate
And allow it to take its course
What is fate?
Is it to believe that man
Cannot work
Towards his freedom and success
Generations of my people
Have allowed themselves
To be trampled upon
They have looked the other way
While their lives have been used as pawns
They insist on been complacent
And continue to compromise with the devil
Strength does not mean trouble
But helps you to straighten yourself
And follow the God made part
Generations of my people
Have continually relied on the flesh
Rather than the spirit
They have refused
To have an in-depth view of themselves and life
They have always viewed things on the surface
Why? Mainly because they fear to realise
That the majority of their sorrow is their own doing
Imagine a man who would continually
Allow himself to be used by others
Does he know that he can make life easier
For himself if he asserts his rights?
Generations of my people
Have allowed the dictations of others
To determine their future
Must they continually walk
In other peoples’ shadow?
Can they not build a shadow for themselves
And allow the rays of the sun to fall on them?
I know my people would someday learn
But then I ask myself, when?
Life would go on
Whether one likes it or not
But generations of people
Remain stagnant
While others continue to proceed
In their live long achievement
It is only the stupid man
That believes in a stagnant existence
And only the fools believe
That life would remain the same
“God’s time is the best” they say
We know this and even believe in it ourselves
But when will God’s time come for you?
God does not help those
That does not need help
Therefore God does not condone
Laziness and wasteful living
Generations of my people
Have continually closed their eyes
And refused to see the pits in front of them
Why? Do we say
They get thrills from falling into pits?
Or rather they are blind
To their rights and inheritance?
Must we continually court them
With no response to commitment
Now we are in new generation
What will they do?
Will they learn from their blunders
Than their predecessors did?
Would they turn blind eyes
Towards the misendeavors of the unjust?
Let us rise and fight for what is
Rightfully ours
We shall go to the top of the mountain
And make a heart piercing noise
A noise that would be felt
At all the corners of the universe
Then we would follow it up with the works
And laborious strength which our fathers
Have refused to make use of
We will come out of the shadow
And allow ourselves to be seen
We would work and strive hard
And continually communicate with God
And an unwavering faith through prayer
Our generation shall say with faith
“Let this be” and it shall be so
Because we are sons of our fathers
We will overcome those that continually trample
On our rights and grasp from them what is lawfully ours
“No more compromise”
This we shall tell the devil
And stand by it irrespective
Of the turbulence of the ocean
This way only can we correct the havoc which
Generations of my people have continually
And incessantly allowed to occur
But then we would be able to stand in large crowds
And not be ashamed
We would cloth ourselves in flowing royal gown
And no stain shall be found on it
And people would say,
“Oh, behold what a great people
Living in a great nation”
And pride in ourselves shall
Make us to stand firm without stumbling
We would then have learned from our mistakes
That the generations of my people
Have continually committed