No To Cultism. Poem by Oluwagbemisola O. Lawal

In the twilight of his days, an elder wise and true,
With a heart that's weathered storms, and eyes that have seen anew.
He called upon the youth, with words from depths of old,
To guide them through life's paths, where secrets are untold.

'Come, gather 'round, my children, ' his voice filled with concern,
'For I've witnessed many moons, and lessons I have learned.
In the creases of my skin, the stories they do hide,
Of joys and sorrows shared, as the sands of time collide.'

'I've seen the tears of young men, their anguish and their pain,
But I've also witnessed laughter, like a gentle summer rain.
And in those moments of joy, when worries are set free,
I've found they're happiest, away from dark society.'

'Beware, my precious youth, of secret cults that lure,
With promises of power and belonging, but deliver nothing pure.
For they thrive on hidden shadows, on whispers in the night,
And the light within your souls, they seek to steal and smite.'

'Embrace the gift of wisdom, let it guide your every choice,
And listen to the echoes of my trembling, aged voice.
Seek not the empty pleasures that drugs may seem to hold,
For they shackle your spirit, leaving hearts and minds untold.'

'For in the vast expanse of life, where dreams can be set free,
You'll find the truest treasure lies in love and unity.
Embrace each other's differences, find strength within your hearts,
And together, walk a path where darkness never starts.'

'Be guardians of your own souls, protectors of the light,
For in this fragile existence, it's courage that ignites.
Let your dreams be boundless, your hopes forever soar,
With a spirit that's unyielding, forever seeking more.'

So, the older man spoke, with wisdom etched in every line,
His aged eyes filled with stories, his voice a gentle sign.
And the youth, they listened, hearts open wide,
For the words of the elder, became their guiding light.