Making our stories: by Momodu Innocent Ehizua.

Making our stories

There are ageless stories
Rooted in tongues of old
And yet unborns.
The lines are the same
Each leading to tragedy;
War songs that starts
From clattering of friendly goblets
And ending at point of pain, regret
And hope for the future not tell same

But these stories are with lives
You can't really count
The government feeds them fat
So the youngs come to learn the routine
And get drown in the belief
That the stories are unkillable.
And the young grow hard in mind
With no new lines
Or a push to tell any new story or
An old one anew.

But each time you live in old definition
Of that 'unkillable story'
The government's pocket gets Renewed
And the profit they scrub out of your mind
Buy unbreakable cars, foreign trips
And unreachable golden mansions
In the hearts of renewed and redifined rocks.

If we must live with a smile unfaked
We must make new stories.
Stories fo freedom
Stories of a people getting up to speak,
To make songs that break metals of poverty
We must renew our minds and spit out the previous
And live a new life  
Our own life
With our tongues and stories.