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Sunday, April 24, 2011

OUR TIME

They call us the young
Who should have a long wait
For they said our time will come
Just as they have theirs

But we peeped into the time
And saw that it will come – certainly
But how will it come?
In a state of haste
Or like cutting the past
To paste on the present

Where the tears trickle down
The cheeks of our fellow children
Where their comfort is left
To the care of aggressive mosquitoes
Who sing dirges and think they are lullabies

Where to enjoy a right
Is to fight a deplorable fight
When they did not have the might
So they said we should wait
For our time will come

Yes our time will come
And it is coming with flurry
And no one can parry the hurry
Some think it is scary
And even unknowingly blurry

But look yonder
What they think will come asunder
We now put together
And we see the hope
That comes along the scope
When our rights
We pursue with our little might
To make the picture look bright
To drive away the fright

They call us the young
We shall grow
But our toddler steps we now take
Your care will show how we fare
For this is no time to stare
But to make it all count.
In our full glare

Yes, our time will come and it will come all right

CREDIT: Kingsley Obeng-Kyere.

Poem first recited on 01/04/11, during the screening of the oneminutesjr 2011 videos at the British Council-Accra.

CREW: Gabriel,Evelyn,Binta,Rejoice,Ebenezer,Nii Okai,Pascal,Josephine,Joseph,Lordina,Fati,Christable,Mavis,Tabitha,Francis,Esther,Sonia and Hanifa.