The Rhyme Of Our Time Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

Till the end of time we'd rhyme
The rhyme of our time
Till we cross the borderline
And until that time
We would take the blame
For doing anything for a sweet fame.
We are doing the same thing
All the sages did. If it's sin
We'd go back to the garden of Eden
And eat the same fruit again
We can never loose. It's gain, gain.

For long we've waited for the rain
To wash away our pain
To make us sane again.
We're doing the same thing our fathers did.
We were lured into evil; it's in their head
For we follow while they take the lead.
You know what it's like to be hated,
To be left behind, to be faded?
To be left in the dark, sad?
We are asking the same questions
Our forefathers asked. Nobody understands
What it's like when a man dies:
All his truths and his lies
All goes with him. All his family ties
His friendships and all enmities,
To the lane of forgotten memories
As we rhyme all seasons and times.