A Dreaded Malady
Where are our elders that loved to cooknot with fire and water but words of wisdom
breaking kolanuts offering blessings and freedom
peppered in bitterness lifes rough mantle they took
Where are they who made us fear God in our deeds
who said, if the eagle perches let the kite perch too
who taught do unto others as you wish them do unto you
our dear grey haired elders who meet most of our needs
Where are they who instructed us to wash our hands
who made us seek out in despair their soothing voice
who with gentle but stern prodding moulded our choice
joining in their sacred meal we begin to understand
Forgotten are our good fathers who moved the earth
dreaming, speaking and living the life of goodness
who conquered avarice, lust, envy and greediness
retreating into our foggy twilight they embrace death
Little wonder our days are full of evil and sorrow
lost are our elders with foresight to our tomorrow
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