THE SAD NOTES OF A GENERATION (David Onojah)

    

You see me broken,

like the soft hands of a glass,

fix me and let the pains hurt less

We are a sad generation with happy faces

that the world refused to see

but through the blurry images of darkness

we dim in the rays of hope

The sun burned the back of our neck

that hot afternoon, as unarmed protesters, in Lekki

with lips and words that fought for freedom

We watched as a thousand bullets,

swept some from the face of the earth

What sad notes should we not write about

In a season like this?

And that night, it rained heavily

I saw through the broken windows

the suffering of people in the dark streets

Their tears that echoed in the rain

Drained them in the room of leaking tops

As our leaders lay on their bed of paradise, Alas!

It's a sad reality,

that we read like pages in our heart

our notes are as sad as us

And when dawn sleeps on us,

the sounds of freedom awaken our spirits

We are the sad notes of a generation.

- David Onojah

David Onojah is a writer, poet essayist and storyteller. He hails from Igalamela local government of Kogi State He is presently studying Mass Communication as an undergraduate at Kogi State University, where he writes a series of poems, essays, fresh stories and all forms of writing. He had been honoured with the African poetry prize as a second runner-up in an India writing platform, Oxygen Pen. He has also featured in a collection of poems titled University of life published by an American poet, Joseph Gnatek. He is a passionate advocate of human rights and democracy as his writings centre on the African government and their policies