The Shape Of Tomorrow Poem by Akwu Sunday Victor

The Shape of Tomorrow

Once a toddler crawling in the dust
mother was my ears and eyes

Once a toddler faltering and wobbling
leaning on iron beams to walk

I was told the shape of my father's dreams
mother told me her dreams

I was told the moon cannot shine without the sun
I was told the sun is the king of the heavens

Dad stopped here, here and said 'I can't continue.'
Mum also paused and said 'this is the end of the road.'

I was shown darkness and told it was caused by the sun
the eclipse of the sun, 'that is why we cry and keep crying.'

come and cry with us. Your forebears died crying and blaming
come and cry and point accusing fingers at the wind

a world in me
a world of light
when brought forth
will give light to mankind
the moon has light
it gives light
I can, I can

I see moonbeam at the tunnel's head
yesterday died and was buried
today I bend my mind away from the pedagogy of desolation
today a foundation on the audacity
of hope is erected by iron will and might

we shall walk into columns of light
stasis domicile with the dead

Men of iron will
marching over the hills
into fields of gold

Tomorrow the moon will give its light to the world.

I will walk and not crawl
I will speak and not be silent
Tomorrow, just tomorrow.