Changing Trails Poem by Toyiring Sheyin

Changing Trails



tell me the ancient story, where kings were always at the war front, where they were determined by their skills and power, tell me the ancient story where sitiuations speaks for the just, when virginity was the young lady's garment and obedience the young man's habit. Tell me the ancient story where truth could not be trade off, where unity was the motor of men within and without. Tell me the ancient story, the story we used to hear. Who will tell our story? Our stories of today. tell me the ancient story, where kings were always at the war front, where they were determined by their skills and power, tell me the ancient story where sitiuations speaks for the just, when virginity was the young lady's garment and obedience the young man's habit. Tell me the ancient story where truth could not be trade off, where unity was the motor of men within and without. Tell me the ancient story, the story we used to hear. Who will tell our story? Our stories of today.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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