We have gotten to the stage

Where our age have made us masters of the

Stage of life, children with longer feet

With which we pedal

To reach pedestals

And ride over young pedestrians

Who are automatically unwise because they have

Not made our mistakes… yet

We chew on futures with our wisdom teeth

Because we are masters, savants,

Snipers of the spotlight.

And even when we can no more be fruitful

No one else can be in our limelight,

We worked too hard for it.

We build a defect, a society of hunchbacks

Who carry corpses on palanquins

And have turned offices into places of worship

Our ages are the combinations to a safe where cowardice strangles our conscience,

Recycles joy and dreams

And wins daily

Winniefred F Gbemuotor