Generations of my people/Have neglected to give truth a chance
We have refused to believe /That what we do not want we must fight for it/Naturally, it has been bestowed upon man/To face the future
We know that challenge and risk/Is an essential part of life
However, we rather prefer to run/In opposite direction
Instead of facing our tormentors/Generations of my people
Have lived to witness the pull/Of forces dragging them down
But instead of fighting this pull/They let go of their anchor
And allow themselves to sink/Irrespective of the fact
That we cannot achieve our dreams/Without building it
We sit down and wait/For fortune to seek us out
Generations of my people/Have refused to realise that
The slipshod man will always/Be confronted with problems one after the other/Do they buckle up and wrestle this/Problem like the normal man would? /They just roll around in agony/And believe they are bearing their loss /And been strong/A strong man would stand up
And confront his problems and overcome them
Generations of my people/Are still slumbering/And wallowing in abject suffering/Of the highest degree/What do they do about this?
Nothing, they rely on fate/And allow it to take its course/What is fate?
Is it to believe that man/Cannot work/Towards his freedom and success
Generations of my people/Have allowed themselves/To be trampled upon
They have looked the other way/While their lives have been used as pawns/They insist on been complacent /And continue to compromise with the devil/Strength does not mean trouble/But helps you to straighten yourself/And follow the God made part
Generations of my people/Have continually relayed on the flesh
Rather than the spirit/They have refused/To have an undept view of themselves and life/They have always viewed things on the surface
Why? Mainly because they fear to realize/That the majority of their sorrow is their own doing/Imagine a man who would continually
Allow himself to be used by others/Does he know that he can make life easier/For himself if he ascertains his rights?
Generations of my people/Have allowed the dictations of others
To determine their future/Must they continually /In other peoples’ shadow?
Can they not build a shadow for themselves/And allow the rays of the sun to fall on them?/I know my people would someday learn
But then I ask myself, when?/Life would go on/Whether one likes it or not
But generations of people/Remain stagnant/While others continue to proceed/In their live long achievement/It is only the stupid man
That believes in a stagnant existence/And only the fools believe
That life would remain the same/“God’s time is the best” they say
We know this and even believe in it ourselves/But when will God’s time come for you?/God does not help those /That do not need help
Therefore God does not condone/Laziness and wasteful living
Generations of my people/Have continually closed their eyes
And refused to see the pits in front of them/Why? Do we say
They get thrills from falling into pits?/Or rather they are blind
To their rights and inheritance?/Must we continually court them
With no response to commitment
Now we are in new generation/What will they do?/Will they learn from their blunders/Than their predecessors did?/Would they turn blind eyes
Towards the misendeavors of the unjust?/Let us rise and fight for what is
Rightfully ours/We shall go to the top of the mountain
And make a heart piercing noise/A noise that would be felt
At all the corners of the universe/Then we would follow it up with the works
And laborious strength which our fathers/Have refused to make use of
We will come out of the shadow/And allow ourselves to be seen
We would work and strive hard/And continually communicate with God
And an unwavering faith through prayer
Our generation shall say with faith/“Let this be” and it shall be so
Because we are sons of our fathers/We will overcome those that continually trample/On our rights and grasp from them what is lawfully ours
“No more compromise”/This we shall tell the devil/And stand by it irrespective/Of the turbulence of the ocean/This way only can we correct the havoc which/Generations of my people have continually/And incessantly allowed to occur /But then we would be able to stand in large crowds/And not be ashamed/We would cloth ourselves in flowing royal gown/And no stain shall be found on it/And people would say,
“Oh, behold what a great people/Living in a great nation”
And pride in ourselves shall/Make us to stand firm without stumbling
We would then have learned from our mistakes
That the generations of my people/Have continually committed

By Campbell Toyin ©2009