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What happens, happens for a reason
Though those reasons remain unknown
It's won't be this bad forever
Though you feel like you walk alone
I can hear somebody screaming
I can hear fear and agony
Here I am stretching my hands in prayers
I opened my eyes,
Then I realize that there is nobody to hoped on except us
You can't change what happened
No matter how hard you try
You cannot turn back the hands of time
No matter how much you cry
The past is the past for a reason
That's where we should let it stay
Sometimes it's hard to let it go
Try not to make it eat you away
Dark times make you stronger
Though sometimes cold and withdrawn
But, when it' feels too much
Remember it's always darkest before it's dawn
Written: Enyeribe chiemela Chester
Written for: My fellow Nigerian Youths
Date: 4th August 2024

Drinking Alone in the Moonlight

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,

No friends at hand, so I poured alone;

I raised my cup to invite the moon,

Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

Now the moon had never learned about drinking,

And my shadow had merely followed my form,

But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;

Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.

Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;

Drunk, then each went off on his own.

But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,

We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

WHAT NEXT?
    Here and there, we look around, we are done
    Then what next?
    This toiling and suffering is over now,
    The pestilence, predators and pest have eaten
    Deeply into the fabrics we adore and cherish
    Weeping and crying have we known
    For a long time now

    The crops have withered away, the fruits are all
    Rotten, and the leaves die off
    All night long, we pondered, wondered and slept
    With our eyes open, we are lost in thought
    For gone are our hopes, those we trusted have failed
    Our succor no longer embrace us with humility
    We kept thinking what next?

    The hope of living for another is a dream
    We cried for no yet another day for the pains,
    We can't endure, any longer
    As the days increases so do the sufferings and pains
    And so is the hunger.
    Death awaits us, but before we die, what next?

    The killer of the youths kept killing without restriction
    The youths cried in pains and fear asking who is next?
    They now have matched in their numbers in the pathway
    And landmarks crying and shouting
    For all who care to all, that they fear who will die next
    Now their crying and weepings have not be heard
    What next?

    No food for us, no water, everything is to high for the poor
    To own, yet they poor crave in pains of hunger yet work
    Under the hot sun and cold weather for peanuts
    Crying and asking what next?

    Now the youths, marching and shouting under the rain
    And the sun, have been hunted, sent to their early grave
    With empty stomach but load brains
     by the bittered predator
     Lo! The youths are dying again in greater numbers,
     Being killed by the protector turned predator
    Who is next? What next are we to do?

    Now the youths have turned into soldier ants, running
    After the sophisticated predators,
    They run, loom, boom and loot under the rain and hot sun
    Though with empty stomach
    Oh! They loot the houses and food stores of
    the predators,
    Where next and what next?

    With tears, hunger and unclothedness have these hunted
    Youths run, loom, boom and loot yet killed
    Yes killed by the predator, killed by hunger and no work
    Yet pronounced lazy by the potbelled predator
    And they ask what next?

   The mighty predators now fear, fear and fear
   They fear the actions of the bigger predators whom may
   Question their actions.
   Now, to submerge and immerse the outrageous acts
   Of wickedness, placed a tag on the youths to justify
   And purify their wickedness,
   They tagged these innocent but hunted youths Hoodlums
   Oh! What next?

   The future and hope of the youths who art the leaders
   Of tomorrow yet no tomorrow for them is at stake
   This predators are the leaders of today and yet that
   Of the tomorrow,
   What next?
Written by: Enyeribe Chiemela Chester