Friday, 15 August 2008

In The Light of Our Tomorrow

Shrinking

Shrinking...
shrinking to the core

Man has lost reason

Man has refused the light
What Man has been longing for ages

Man is shrinking
Shrinking his power of thought
To his vast stretch of rich unusable land

He must lose reason
His eyes set nowhere beyond his corridors
Shrinking, Shrinking, Shrinking
Flipping his very self to hide in his ears

Man cannot think the possible
of the impossible
His firmer grip of the imagery of the impossible
is first forged, then the possible
must be forced out of Man
for he has lost reason

His knowing of everything
has become his nothing
So all things held simple
must first be complex
to be broken down to its core again
That is the unsung philosophy

Cyclical madness

Man has lost reason
So we must go to his funeral
It is at the burial grounds Man must think
who next to follow
in the journey of the burying of Minds

Man has lost reason
So keep your beloved lads indoors
He is a thief of minds
He seeks such stuff to bury
So shut your future up--away from Man

Man is you so shut yourself up
lest you kill another Mind of tomorrow
for your tomorrow

Man has lost reason
So he is shrinking, shrinking to the core

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"I would be quite satisfied if my novels (especially the ones i set in the past) did no more than teach my readers that their past - with all its imperfections - was not one long night of savagery from which the first Europeans acting on God's behalf saved them from."
Morning Yet on Creation Day, 1975. Chinua Achebe.

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