Leaders of tomorrow
but left in deep sorrow
by those with a vowed duty
to protect their humanity

So long than century
and no one has bothered to query
When would the tomorrow come?
If not far when this generation is gone

Poor me! Poor hope!!
That tomorrow is next to today
Alas! I’m so wrong
No one knows how long

Later, poor me on my starving point
I cried and wailed for the tomorrow
All to no avail, hope lost and shattered
Hunger is my next door neighbour

Now, poor me on my dying bed
I only see hopelessness
Trust gone too far with my fading life
When would the tomorrow come?

If tomorrow comes
Tell him I have far gone
Lost hope in man and the world
They’re my pains and sorrows

If tomorrow comes
Tell him to go away and wait
Till the bones of those died in his hope rise
Till those who deserve something get it

If tomorrow comes
Tell him that I have been starved by today
Overpowered by greedy gluttons
that lavish tomorrow’s resources today

About Author /

Ugonna Johnbosco Ezeomedo (ojombo) is a philosopher, poet, educationist, web developer and social & political analyst. He lives in Awka – Nigeria. He loves working with computer and other creative works.

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