THE BOY CHILD
Who would save the boy child from his hidden pains?
What could set him free from societal shackles and chains?
Inability to express to the world his emotions,
The boy child’s life opposes several wrong notions.
Smiling but crying inside
Lively but dying inside
Hardhearted but soft inside
Less worried but in him worries reside
Who said the boy child doesn’t shed tears?
Who said he doesn’t face challenges and fears?
Who said his heart is made of granite and rock?
Who said he’s able to withstand pressure and shock?
Give listening ears to his stacked up problems, you’d get amused
Imagine the boy child is maltreated, molested and abused
In ill situations and traumas, he becomes heartbroken
Trying to show strength, he keeps his thoughts unspoken
Maybe you never thought he would have insecurities
Try finding out why he indulges in some evil activities
Maybe it’s pressure from peers, families or communities
From a tender age, he’s saddled with weighty responsibilities
Oh! Help make the boy child happy and free again
Help make him feel loved, outspoken, help with the pain
For his emotional improvement is a big gain.
THE BLACK RACE
At the wake of the 15th century, colonialism took place
Amidst this, the Whites traded on the Black race
With shackles and fetters on our hands and feet
Like offsprings of a helpless sheep, we could only bleat
The Europeans were first to start this inhumane motion
Bundling Blacks in cargo ships across the Atlantic ocean
Asia and America soon joined in this odd trade
Giving out harsh instructions while we obeyed
We soon became to them, huge and swift sources of revenues
Bargainings on our heads took place in their market avenues
Imagine the bitter wailings by our mothers and sisters
As our fathers, sons and brothers were moved to a far distance
Within the sunrise, sunset and sundown of every 365 days
Our males reduced drastically and largely in several ways
Some of us were sold out by our own ruling leaders
While others were forcefully abducted by foreign bidders
They made us believe they brought civilization into our lives
But never admit how they put unforgettable brutal marks on our lives
Lest they forget, Black race didn’t start from slavery
It’s just their forged and made-up stories and imagery
Even when uncivilized, the Black race couldn’t be wiped out
Not now, not later would the Black race be wiped out
It’s no time for Blacks to hurt each other
Rather we unite, support and help each other
A ONE UNITED AFRICA I PLEAD, SO HELP US GOD.
Jeremy Is a Poet and Mass communicator who writes from Nigeria.