The Future Unheralded Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

So long I have been here on these pleasant leas
Bruised in suspense of the enigma as though of the bees
From the cradle, I have been told
The soothsayers prophesied, the future wouldn't be lugubrious
Never with smug demeanor, the future remain unheralded

With this often sleepless nights as though of insomnia
I had confidently suffered, all to myself no confidant
Impatiently waiting for the first fruits of harvest of posterity
Seeking solace only in those prophecies with no forlorn countenance
Yet never with smug demeanor, the future remain unheralded

So many luxuries this unmapped future deprived me
Being told the saucy and negligent may never get close
As gentle as a dove I gently travel down the rough terrain
With tiptoes limping on the grassy greens paying eulogy to Jah alone
Yet never with smug demeanor the future remain unheralded

Seldom like a vagrant, journeying to the land as though a tramp
Confident, the day like second coming would inevitably emerge
With some eccentric attitudes, the soothsayers said the future isn't dismal
With ten fingers fighting tooth and nail with all hands on deck
Yet, never with smug demeanor the future remain unheralded