Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo

(Nov.4th,1995 / Owerri)

Future of Straw


I have a future
I built with with bricks and cement
And rods and rocks
But weak bonded future
did I join with it
The future I share with you
Of straw and ropes
And twigs and mud
The future we can't rebuild
The future of love and togetherness
Turns to enmity and loneliness
Had I power to stop such strong envy
Probably, you know what we could have accomplished
Even by now
But I lacked vision
To see the future
Even though,
If it's this way
I consider it better
Better still were my hopes
that it would be
As it was before
But alas,
Clash,
Falls our future of straw!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, December 05, 2012

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Non-fictional story of an old friend.

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