Damilare Tella


Plight Of My Generation - Poem by Damilare Tella

Into their able hands, their fathers trusted
The Jewel of their fathers past
In gold like and diamond form
Confined in glamor, clothed in splendour
In the secret corners of our doting heart
The right to own, we desire, we desire
At youth, we labour for to perfect our 'able' hands
Patiently and anxiously, we await our turn
This we did to noble ourselves and our fathers

Alas, the day has come.
That onto us our fathers must give
The Jewel of our fathers past
Into our noble hands, it was entrusted
Jewel not in glamour but decay
Shattered it is, with its splendour strangled
But accept we must, reject we can't
For our children, for them to live
For death itself now dine with our fathers
An itch, we can't scratch
A wound that won't heal

Oedipus, where is thy face?
why not forewarn us to follow thy step?
Are you not a noble in our tales?
And with what tongue, shall we tell our children
That our fathers' jewel is glorious no more
cause we trusted our fathers
Shall we be praised or scorned
Shall we earn their trust or their hate
Together shall we feast or on us shall they fist

A pain that won't go
An itch we can't scratch
A wound that won't heal
This is the plight of my generation
A scar forever on our conscience.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Plight Of My Generation by Damilare Tella

  • Kelly Kurt (11/26/2015 4:15:00 PM)


    Every generation struggles with this. Thank you, Damilare (Report) Reply

    Damilare Tella (11/27/2015 6:02:00 AM)

    Thank you kelly kurt,
    thank you.

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (11/26/2015 3:08:00 PM)


    A pain that won't go
    An itch we can't scratch
    A wound that won't heal
    This is the plight of my generation
    A scar forever on our conscience. The last stanza says all that you wanted to convey. very good poem of the struggle. thank you very much. tony
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    Damilare Tella (11/27/2015 6:08:00 AM)

    Thanks, i really appreciate.

    Damilare Tella (11/27/2015 6:05:00 AM)

    Thanks for your comment, i really appreciate.

  • Jide Pounds Ibitoye (11/26/2015 2:56:00 PM)


    Olutella! ! ! So much sense man, you know d words to use... Great deal of poetry,
    A pain that won't go
    An itch we can't scratch
    A wound that won't heal thumbs up man
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    Damilare Tella (11/27/2015 6:07:00 AM)

    Olu jide, thanks man.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015



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