My fellow youth of this time;
We are the one to decide our fate.
But, we are a confused generation
Who don’t know what to do;
Like the one who lost contact with the ground.
We’re supposed to be heirs of our forefathers
But, we don’t know what to inherit.
The world disconnected us from our background;
Our forefathers left us in a vacuum of time.
Before opening our eyes
And activating the faculty of our brain.
To go ahead, there is no ground to step on
To go back and restart the forefather’s journey.
We didn’t follow their footsteps,
And we don’t have any clue of our past,
To step on and jump to our future.
We are following the footsteps of others.
We are living in others’ present time
And we can’t shape our future,
Because there is no disconnected time;
As a generation is a continuation of a generation,
This time is a continuation of the past.
So, my fellow youth we are in trouble;
If we forget our history and culture,
We can’t find the way to the future
We will remain as confused as we are;
Like the one who lost contact with the ground.
This Poem was published in the July 2022 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
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